The Life of a Barista


I don't pretend to be someone I'm not,
I catch people off-guard, I'm not who they first thought.
In the mornings, I make coffee drinks,
sweep the floors, wipe counters, clean out the sinks.
Yet, each day is a chance to make people smile,
To greet them warmly, let them sip an expresso, sit and stay awhile.
It could be a regular, ol' coffee shop but
my mission is to not see right through people, but to pause, stop.
"How is your day?" I say.
They shrug and say, "okay."
We chat awhile - I won't let them leave without a big, happy smile.
I mix up their beverage with a dash of love, a hint of kindness,
gaining strength and joy to do it daily from God above.
I don't pretend to be someone I'm not,
I catch people off-guard, I'm not who they first thought.

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