Friday, June 3, 2016

Fast Food Counter Girl

             Fast Food Counter Girl

Shame resides behind the counter.
Do you want fries with that?
See the sorrow of can't believe I've come to this.
Hat pulled low so can't see face.

Each person asks what are you doing here?
Each time tell the story shrinks lower.
One day working there, the next day here.
Wondering how will I ever get ahead?

I want to say it is just a day.
Seasons change and so will this.
Better days will come.
Hope is new every morning.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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