Mr Uninvisible!

I spend most of my life unseen,

Blending in.

Invisible

And unheard.

I can’t get served at the bar

As I stand

Waving my money

And half- stammering my order.

I tell stories nobody hears

Past the first two lines.

Distraction for them

Makes me disappear,

Replaced by a phone call

A shout, or a better voice.

I’m used to it now.

I used to try

To rise above

And make them see me

But not now.

Except…

Except when they need me.

When the crisis looms

Or the job needs doing

Or something unusual comes.

Then, suddenly

They see me.

I become

Mr Uninvisible,

With my Super Power of ‘being there’.

I don’t mind.

They need somebody like me.

An invisible ghost, floating through their lives.

But always

There.