Waiting...

Feet will ache and shoulders are sore, From the labors this night that they bore. Still a smile must they show, To those who come to this abode. With diligence and steady hand, Orders are taken at 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 well is well prepared, the kitchen bell will sing, Beckoning them to serve again, as they dance with haste to its ring. They wait to serve and serve and wait, They smile to even the rudest of pait. They are at each costomer's beckoning, Silently praying, there be a reckoning. So wait they will and wait they must, So, you'll broaden they're smiles I trust. For good service, put a smile upon their lips, Be generous with your tips!