Can anyone say how we came
to be here
in this human hotel?
•
Each day greeting new guests
who come in with their bags,
expecting their welcome
and to be served
(even as others remain).
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Whether they're wanted
or we'd rather they moved
along, we must bow, smile
if we can, even when they're too
•
too demanding, taking more
than their turn, making us fear
they may steal, fleece us, sweep us away from this place
or just take more
than we can bear.
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We've had a few bad ones in,
in our time, though most
are all right, to be fair. Some
you'd hardly know they were there.
And a few were pure play.
All must be treated the same.
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To all we must say:
Welcome dear guest.
Thank you for coming
to me here
from the beyond.
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Thank you for being
the work I must do,
on this day.
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