But what about the one?

breanna-stockham Poems

We give thanks to the managers, the presidents and CEOs. We give thanks to the owners, the govenors and heroes. We give thanks to the leaders, for all that they do. We give thanks to the mayors, and the supervisors too. We see what they do, and give thanks every day. For roles so important, don't they deserve all the praise? But what about the one who cleans up the mess, that you didn't even consider picking up when you left? And what about the one who holds open the door, for ten hours each day all while being ignored? And what about the one who drives you around? In a car all day driving rushed and rude people to town. We admire the collage, and we thank the artist too. But do we ever take the time to stop and thank the glue? What would hold it together if it were not there? Who would pick up after you, or drive you from here to there? All the people in charge may create a masterpiece, but without the glue to hold it, it would all just fall to pieces.