My life as a so called ghost

I’d like to introduce to you,

My life as a so called ghost,

I’m vaguely here to some,

But invisible to most.

It’s true I can blend into any crowd,

Too translucent to be seen,

The only people who see me,

Are the ones who need something.

Whether sitting in the office,

Or walking round the shops,

I go about my business,

And no one ever stops.

No one says ’why thank you’,

Or ‘you’ve done a real good job’,

No one says ‘let me do that’,

It really makes me sob.

It may seem just like magic,

Or like a poltergeist,

The jobs all get completed,

But they assume that it’s the mice.

No one notices if I’m here,

No one's bothered if I’m not,

No one worries if I’m happy,

No one cares if I lose the plot.

Always taken for granted,

And shown no appreciation,

My humour is starting to suffer,

From a grave depreciation.

I’m starting to think I’m not alive,

You won’t believe its true,

But when I do eventually die,

I’m coming to haunt you.

So with that I’d like to conclude,

My life as a so called ghost,

I’m vaguely here to some,

But still invisible to most.