The suit and the coat with the corduroy collar
Designed to make you believe
Their pressures in life are greater than yours
Because they have a degree
They carry their files in their left hand
The other hand is swinging free
They look at the ground as they hurry along
Giving signals – they’re one busy bee
They have places to go, people to see
Things to do and they’re late
They can’t stop and talk about trivial things
So much is piled on their plate
Either buying or selling or setting things up
‘People depending, you see’
They doubt very much if you’d understand
If you haven’t got a degree
Well I do understand what they’re thinking
Though not in words as you know
It’s the language of dress and perception
That one reads when not on the go
It took years to cover the basics
From people I took my degree
I listened – learned from experience
Most times I did not agree
Understanding came in a moment
By giving my time and my space
Sharing a moment together
Everything fell into place
In the hustle and bustle of everyday life
With material things to the fore
Take time for yourself and for others
And smile when you open the door.