The Mill

In the realm of commerce, faces with bright eyes,
’Neath the, “Have a nice day!” stress often lies.
Youthful vigor and a charm on display,
Yet beneath the surface, shadows at play.

A commercial stage, a dazzling show,
But behind the scenes, the workers all know.
Customer smiles, a fleeting delight,
Under the gleam, a different fight.

In the retail dance, a grinding song,
Youthful spirits tested all along.
So let's pause to see beyond the cheer,
The toll it takes, year after year.

Bright eyes may dim, but resilience remains,
Behind the counters, where need sustains.
Let empathy guide, in the stories untold,
For people in the grind, and the struggles they hold.