Waiting

Feet still ache and shoulders are sore, From the labors this night that they bore. And still, a smile must they show, To those who come to this abode. With diligence and steady hand, Orders are taken by others' command. So to the fry of a kitchen hot, They carry the message of who ordered what. Then, again, they look for people anew, Who come for service, food, and perhaps a brew. When the fare is prepared, the kitchen bell will ring, To beckon them to serve, as they dance with haste to answer its ring. They wait to serve, then serve and wait, They are at each customer's beckoning. They smile to even the rudest ones, And silently pray there be a reckoning. So wait they will and wait they must, Good service...and a smile upon their lips. You can broaden their smiles at meals end, Be generous with your tips!