Amid the clatter of pots and pans, he stands washing the dishes and in the restaurant, the waitresses wait to meet princes ,wishing princesses,
he guesses it so as he watches time slow and the hands still move fast past the hour of twelve,
delving into their minds he finds candy floss dreams where apple pie queens sit at five before five and he wonders what being alive really means.
To serve or be served and what does he deserve? and he thinks at the sink but it all gets too much,
a touch on the shoulder which falls like a boulder and crushes his thoughts,as he sought so they seek and was it only last week when the school bell rang nine?
In the time that it takes it took no time at all and the fall came quite quickly,
he didn't feel the hands that cleared the pots and pans and moved him to the quiet place to lay so quietly in grace,
but quietness was in the face that faced eternity.