Key. A poem by Sian Williams

I am key. Apparently.
I never thought I was, minimum wage.
I do not care for those in need.
I don’t battle the aisles.
I print letters, emails of those
who need a payment holiday,
or to cancel their policy.
I do not deliver letters,
I don’t transport keys to their
place of need. I help to
support those who
cannot pay their mortgage.
by ensuring their message
gets to the right person.
I am key. Apparently.