Who Are You? Poem by Jacson Gelato

I asked him- what do you do
He replied - I am a doctor
I asked him again- what exactly do you do
he replied- I treat the sick people.
I asked another man- what do you do
he replied - I am an architect
I asked him again- what exactly do you do
he replied - I design houses for people to build.
I asked yet another man- what do you do
he replied- I am a tailor
I asked him again- what exactly do you do
he replied- I stitch clothes.
I asked a man on the streets- what do you do
he replied - I am a beggar
I asked him again- what exactly do you do
he replied - I beg and take whatever people give.
I finally saw a man walking in a white robe
I asked him- what do you do
he replied- I am a priest
I asked him - what exactly do you do
he replied- I connect man to God.
Finally, I asked myself- what do I do
and I answered to myself
I use and need the services of all these people
and I asked myself - what exactly do I do
I told myself - I walk on this earth
where the world is a stage and
everyone has a role to play.