Hello it’s me Foxy Boi, posting one of my many poems! I was inspired by a young waitress I saw running around trying her best to run a lobby of a restaurant by herself. I heard the complaints of the table by me as she tried to please them and her eyes told a story. I prayed for her and she actually was really grateful and teared up.

In her tired eyes

I see a past of pain 

Of one who has been betrayed

A past of one who doesn’t rest

Of those have left when they should have stayed

Many jobs one body with no patience to test

I weak smile that easily swayed

It’s not all in vain

For in her tired eyes there holds strength

Of a girl, a lady who has pushed on

Have mercy on the girl with tired eyes

She does her best to pull her weight

To stand tall not fall

Have mercy on her when her tone comes off a little to sharp

A slip of the tongue 

A wrong look

She doesn’t mean it

She is doing her best

Have mercy on the girl with tired eyes 

For she really tries.

Thank you guys for reading a poem by yours truly, Foxy Boi!

Peace, love, hope, and toe beansss!!