Sometimes, somewhere
on those hilly mountains
they do not live
by hatred and enmity
they live by love
and gentleness they behold;
Yet when they sit in a pub
and toss their money
over the cash counter
they never remember
to thank the bartender
who served the drinks;
even in cities and towns big
none walk out of a restaurant
by thanking the cook;
even when they enter a confectionery
expensive cakes people buy
to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries
and though they ask to write the names
on those cakes with pride,
none want to know the name
of the one who baked the cake.
And though tailors, chauffeurs,
nurses and commmis
get personal thanks,
all who abide by life's game of trade
forget the men behind the show.
So be grateful to those
whose services you use
and though you may not know them
though they may be
like those men who stand
behind those curtains
like the light-man, the electrician,
there are people who help us
with our daily routines and needs
who deserve our respect and gratitude
for they are the ones
behind the main show of our life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said. thank you Jacson