A Poem for Housekeepers, by ChatGPT

With broom in hand and steady stride,

She makes her way from door to door,

Her task: to keep each room inside

A haven, clean and neat once more.

From beds to sinks, from floor to shelf,

She dusts and wipes and scrubs with care,

Her work, unseen, like an angel warrior

But vital, keeping mess at bay.

And though her face you may not see,

Her work is valued, far and wide,

For every guest, she sets them free,

From clutter, chaos, disarray inside.

So when it comes time to depart,

And you’ve enjoyed a lovely stay,

Remember to leave her with your heart,

And tip her well before you sway.

For though her job is often hidden,

She’s a part of what makes it great,

And by tipping her, you’ve unbidden

A smile, a thank you, a small gift of fate.

So let us honor these hotel angel warriors,

Who work so hard to keep things clean,

By showing them that we ourselves,

Appreciate all that they have seen.