To wait on tables every day

And meet their every wish

To bear the rush and owner’s push

And never miss a dish

To see the child whose eyes flash wild

And give his Mom a break

To play along when Cook goes wrong

And buffer the mistake

To pose a choice when inner voice

Says ‘This one can’t afford’

To clean the mess of thoughtlessness

And set a cheery board.

To swallow pride back down inside

When vain ones condescend

And seek to hurt before dessert

“Oh, when will their show end”

To place the guests as they request

Some booth for quiet chat

Then ply the aisles of stares or smiles

Remembering where they’re at

An art form yes, I must confess

This hospitality

So may I bless with just largesse

When waiter tends to me.


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