Waiter

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.

Rice and beans all around please and keep the pepperochinis comin'!:)

The stomach grumblings are well worth it.