I Am the Greeter

I flit from room to room greeting Because it is what I like to do I consider myself the daily greeter It makes me happy Some of them cringe Hoping I am not going to take them away From their frenzied planning Which should have been done last week I take note of their somber expressions Their lack of enthusiasm And I flit to a different room Where there might be a happier coworker Sometimes I find them Sometimes I don’t But I start every day being optimistic That today is the day everyone is happy. I know it is just a matter of the right day.