for the good of the team

not all jobs are home runs
where all goes well.
some are
simply singles,
bunting a slow roller
down third just
to get on base,
or letting a pitch
strike you in
the arm, or leg,
for the good of the team.
the team
being me.
some jobs are sunny
with blue skies and birds
chirping.
a rainbow of love.
la de da jobs, while others,
well,
it's raining, it's grey,
it's cold and damp,
frowns arise,
and there may or may
not be a pay day.