A wonder for one
Is there someone?
Waiting to massage your shoulders
And to see you smile
When it's not for others
But for yourself?

Is there dinner waiting
And a willingness willed?
To serve when the service
Has all but ended?

What is the sound of when
There is no public ear?
Is your voice for real
Or just for retail?

Because the shoulders ache
In the service of others
As all smiles do tire
On the road to work

But hands, kind hands
Have the kindness to admire
How they wait to be held
How they want to hold