I’M frozen


as a child i would play store on my mother's porch,
cutting and pasting things
i adore.
from big newspapers delivered on Sundays,
hoping to sell merchandise on Mondays.

then as i grew older my mind did wonder,
to being a storekeeper
and greeting my guest,
hoping theyd' find something in my store
worthy to secure in their own little nest,
as I grew ,
my first plan was to manage a register
and make the' Keys ' dance,,,,
well it came about
and onward I secured a bigger chance,.
opening a News Stand,,
with candy and such,
oh the customers loved it so mu
to be greeted, admired and pampered galore,
they came daily to my store.
to be recognized as Mr. or Mrs.
this was so pleasing from rags to riches.
I fell in love with Customer Service, to my surprise
it only made Managers' Nervous,
2manytimespeople r ignored patronizing dept. stores....

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