Been famous

I came across a very nice poem by Naomi and it kinda of touched me and hence i would like to share it with you guys. Some people do tell us that we are not as famous as xxx for are doing this or as yyy who are doing that, etc, which is true...

but do read the poem below and i believe it truly sum up what been famous is all about and what been famous means to the crew at Pitstop Cafe...

Famous

The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to the floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forget what it could do.

Words Under the Words: Selected Poems, Naomi Shihab Nye

I really like the last few lines...

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forget what it could do.

That's it, we like to be famous because we never forget what we could do. While we may not be the best as we would like, we believe that at Pitstop Cafe, we could let you have fun time with your friend, make you guys comfortable, serve nice food, coffee and ice cream....

On a personal note, it also represent how we started from a talk cock session to an actual starting of a cafe. We never forget what we could do...

And to you readers of the blog, never forget what you could do!

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