Strike Up The Band Poem by Jay Hall

Who mows your law;
puts your dishes away?
They do so out of love
not hired for pay.
Who hears your stories;
rubs your feet when sore?
Do they lift your spirits;
hold open your door?
Who cleans your laundry;
nurses you when sick?
Listens to your troubles;
when needed comes quick?
Do not discount them; nor
take granted their deeds.
For they may be weary;
their head in the weeds.
Offer them thank you's;
hold out your hand.
Ask them to dance;
then Strike Up the Band.