In a Hotel Room

She's always cleaning up someone's mess Scrubbing the toilet and changing the bed Working hard to keep her dear family fed What happened in there she can only guess Without a thought towels thrown on the floor Empty boxes and bottles from a big bash Unmentionable things in the bathroom trash Sometimes reluctant to even open the door Perhaps someday she'll be a hotel guest If so she'll thank the maid every day To help to make up for minimum pay And leave the room at its sparkling best