I stare out the window waiting for more.
More customers, more money, more life.
I leave with just enough to get by, but won't leave for good.
I care for patrons more than they care for me.
My tiredness can be recognized but often is not,
for the ones I serve don't look up long enough to see me.
I have coffee stains on clothes that don't matter,
and the fire within me has long been extinguished.
I clear tables,
wishing I could clear my path,
and reset it so easily.
I am waiting for something bigger and better,
but until then,
I will go through the motions,
I will give my all to those who give nothing,
I will continue to wait-ress.
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Gabrielle Marie
My life is much like the Titanic; full of promise, wonder, and awe- but slowing sinking into a cold sea. This is my history.
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