In the quiet corners of the bustling day,
Amidst the shadows where the unnoticed lay,
Lives a throng of souls who feel unseen,
Whispering hearts, unheard, serene.
The janitor with his mop and pail,
Sweeps away sorrow, leaving trails,
Of shimmering floors under fluorescent lights,
Guarding dreams through the silent nights.
A waitress weaves through tables and chairs,
Balancing life’s burdens and solitary cares,
With a smile that serves more than coffee or tea,
A balm to those who come weary, to sit, to be.
The nurse with hands both gentle and firm,
Heals more than bodies, affirms
The worth of every breath and beat,
In the rhythm of hearts that continue to greet.
The teacher who molds minds with less,
In overcrowded rooms, under duress,
Casting seeds in the fertile minds of the young,
Who’ll grow to sing the songs unsung.
To all who feel their work too small,
Who feel unseen, who brave through all,
Your silent deeds are the threads in the weave,
Of this vibrant tapestry that many perceive.
Remember your worth, hold it dear,
For every moment you give, year after year,
Adds to the heartbeat of this world,
A symphony quiet, but deeply unfurled.
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