• When I walk through the doors,
    With such smells and smoke,
    Walking past people,
    Never seeing faces unknowing to me,
    Still smiling at them like I want to please,
    But I walk into the back, watching the money being handed,
    And into a world, not needed, or unheard,
    Unlike a team, like on a field to play,
    In wet weather some days ago,
    Even though you wait, time seems unmoving,
    You hear a call, and then your off,
    So I pull on a hat,
    And I pull on a smile,
    Walk through the empty doors,
    At least it will be rewarded,
    Through a trudging place,
    Never needed nor unheard.