A poem dedicated to safety profession

                                  Safety Guy

Behold thy poor safety man.

He does all that he can,

to stop accident to happen,

to reduce suffering and pain.

His position is a legal need,

otherwise it’s useless indeed.

By behaviour he’s a lead.

Self zeal keeps him ahead.

He may be seen at seat,

at corner farthest in street,

mostly a place near a treat,

or vicinity of a store nit.

                              He’s favourite of none,

                              b’cause he objects unsafe action.

                              He’s self-starter, works on his own,

and is a champ without recognition.

When something goes wrong,

He comes on everybody’s tongue.

He moans himself all along,

as sole mourner among.

                              If a month is injury free,

                              It’s time for everybody’s spree.

                              Other than him all agree,

                              It’s owing to safety glee.

He has nothing to show,

As proof he did so and so.

He toils but no chance to grow,

Thanks solitary saviour, you never bow, you never bow!!!

Patented poem on Safety person in name of SKP Srivastva (www.safetitude.com)