Young man with the dishpan hands,
he scrubs those pots as best he can.
Plates pile up stack upon stack,
still he washes them with fervour like he’s under attack.

I’m watching from my restaurant table.
He’s just so dedicated, so willing, and able.
You’ve gotta give him credit for a job well done.
Where on earth does he get his drive from?

But this man’s vision never fades. Scrubbed pots and pans means he’ll get paid while in his mind he dreams away of the gourmet chef he’ll be one day.

BY DEE GRANT 2020