Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Though I am but a Janitor Roger White A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow. In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle. The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber soles shuffle slowly on tile floor. A little lost, a little lonely, yet content in his solitude, the janitor leads on into another night. A sigh passes from his chest, his lips curl into a smile. Through his ear bud, faintly audible, he hears – And at the end of three, the visiting Cubs lead the Cardinals four to one. Night is a time to put chaos to rest. And so, the work begins. Soiled floors regain luster. Grime and dust are wiped away. The back strains to empty bags of garbage and linen. The stale carpets turn floral in fragrance. Lunch break, what’s the score? A voice familiar to the city announces - In the middle of the seventh inning, the Cubs now lead the Cardinals seven to three. Crumbs from a bologna and cheese sandwich and a bag of chips are scooped off the table and tossed in the waste bin. A few swigs from a bottle of sweet tea and it’s back to work. Night is a time for inner happiness. So as he returns to his chores - he remembers. I could throw a pretty mean slider in my day, better than that rookie hurling for the Cubs. Man, those were the days, but it didn’t happen. The Army was an adventure - saw some world, didn’t like a lot of it. The factory was a living, that was all. The little woman and the kids were my joy in life. She’s gone now and the kids are grown and moved away. I have this job, my nights, my solitude, no chaos, plenty of happiness, and my Cubs. The night wears on. The alarm on the phone chimes – shift is over. As he leaves the building, a sigh of relief passes from his chest. Sunrise will bring the chaos of the day, but he will sleep through it. Through his ear bud, faintly audible – It was a good night for the Cubs on the road, let’s recap their nine to three win over the Cardinals earlier tonight. His lips curl into a smile. And he considers - though I am but a janitor, no happier could I be.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)