I don't understand. People are always calling me a pane. Just what have I done to deserve such disrespect? I let in the light while blocking the wind and cold. I can enhance a room's beauty while protecting people from storms. So, what is it that has garnered me this moniker? I know people don't enjoy cleaning me but is getting dirty my fault?
It's all about respect. Those of us that quietly go along doing our jobs are invisible, which is what I'm supposed to be. It's a pain being a pane.
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Mark Gagnon
My life has been spent traveling here and abroad. Now it's time to write.
I have three published books: Mitigating Circumstances, Short Stories for Open Minds, and Short Stories from an Untethered Mind. Unmitigated Greed is do out soon.
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Comments (7)
So cleverly put!
Funny! I'm going to rub mine down witha microfibre cloth, like a massage for glass.
Love this, it's fun, but I'm also left feeling grateful.
This is really good on a whole different level.
haha. Nicely done.
Mark I love that you started with a pun! So clever and such a great read! Nicely played! 💜
Very clever, Mark! And with a greater message for those of us who are invisibly doing our thing in life.💙Anneliese