Expressly set out for your enjoyment,
do sit down, and let your beverage rest
on the small round table. Do no more.
We celebrate you today — You
who labour hard, day after day,
perhaps questioning your wage, or
quietly saving for retirement.
Squint and scan the colourful locals;
Some wave tall flags held in slings,
while eager tykes wave from red wagons
mini paper ones, or tiny palms,
all to reach a smattering of onlookers.
Smile back. They are excited about life
if not about labour — the way you were
before you had to daily earn your living.
The peppy soca, rock, and pop will fade
as the last truck drives out of sight.
The clean-up crew will roll in; But then
there will be more to scan on the table,
all courtesy of the those marching folks
calling out for fair working worlds.