Sitting in my driver’s seat
But not going anywhere
Staring at my windshield wipers
Killing raindrops so methodically
Parked in a lot somewhere
And with my engine off
The ignition key is half turned
So the wipers can wipe periodically
I watch them go back and forth
Then they wait for a beat of “5″
Only to resurrect from rest
To remove a whole new water blanket
It’s what the wipers are made for
And they did it oh so well
I’m thinking of removing one
So I can take some time to thank it
Isn’t that what we all want
Just a little appreciation
We do what we’re supposed to
And then we’re taken for granted
It’s not like we should expect thanks
We must do what we’re made to do
But acknowledgement will keep us going
I don’t think it’s wrong to want it
The rain is now stopping
I count to five and the wipers go
They’ll only stop if I ask them
Their obedience has been noted
They don’t complain at all
But if they could, they’d probably think to
So I’ll step in and turn them off
In hopes that they’ll stay devoted