The Waiter At The Greek Restaurant

 There is a man that works at a Greek restaurant,

                                                                               Not far from my house,

This man is kind, caring and generous,

Yet has the presence of a mouse….

His skin is dark and his teeth are yellow,

But I like him all the same,

Not because of the food he serves,

But because he always remembers my name….

I’ve never seen such a hard worker,

And I admire him, I truly do,

Not only for putting up with the weekend rush,

But for being courteous and always smiling too…

And last night at the restaurant,

When I was feeling glum,

He was nice enough to take interest,

And asked “is everything alright son?”

I told him my predicaments,

Which explained my frustration,

And somehow he made me forget about them,

With the power of a conversation…

I thought that I could go talk to him,

Whenever troubles arose,

And this worked out perfectly,

Until the restaurant closed…

 

Reviews

[Seashell]

aww...sounds like a lovely, caring gentleman...and you have put together your feelings for him or respect I should say, with a dash of humour added just for flavour....end result = tasty piece.
Thanks for sharing Ethan
Babs x

[Sukriti Suki]

well written, very well written.

[elle june]

haha! this is so very clever. the momentum carries you along and drops you off right where you need to be.

[Crinkle°]

such a lovely sentiment inside your writing! honest and respectful.

[Bubo]

You write what happens to us daily, most people would forget, but you make rhymes from life,and its pretty unique in style.He sounds a wonderful man, and sometimes the simple things in life are the best.

[NSisifo]

There was a Greek restaurant nearby. The man who owned it would play cards with the diners after they had eaten to see if you could win your meal or he could win double. He was so sweet and a bit of a flirt, but since the place closed, I think about him a lot. Reading this made me wonder if all Greeks are so special, or just the ones we've met.

[A.Lee]

I love how the poem goes on happily dictating his lovely solution to his problem and then suddenly the restaurant closed. I also like that you said nothing after indicating that the restraunt closed.. It came to a halt. I imagine the character's thoughts/feelings came to a halt at that point. "Now what?" Well done.

[just rose.]

Isn't it always the way? God, I feel like I've met my soulmate four hundred times with fifteen minutes to go until last call. This is awesome. The flow of it moves really well. Excellent job.

[closed account]

how sad!!!! I love your style of writing, so clean smoothe
and very witty!!! great job! going to read more

[Somewhere]

I like it, you are obviously an observer of people from what I've read thus far. Loosing a confidant though....arrrrggghh...hated.