HER JOB

Many people come through her door,
And not a one has been a bore.

All walks if life here they come,
Many nations are where they're from.

Germany, Denmark, and France,
Even the Indians come to dance.

Every person she has engaged,
For a mental is where she is employed.

No better job would be friend, as further will she look,
The happiness is unbound, at falls every nanny, notch and nook!

This old metal is filled with love and late of memories,
The scenery is beautiful with lots of plants and trees.

Someday, when her time is through, and she walks the road to Heaven,
She'll pat your back and shake your hand and say Check Out is
Eleven!