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I see their faces tired
working serving for hours
plus heat coming from food
they need patience, heart
minimum that's their pay
plus free food for a day
a break when feasible to

I stand there and wait
for my turn to be serve
I try to make them smile
I talk to them like family
hoping they feel needed,
appreciated, respected
it's working, they know me

Sunday, December 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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