Bless our volunteers, a poem

Many will be shocked to find
When the day of judgement nears
That there’s a special place in heaven
Set aside for volunteers.

Furnished with big recliners,
Satin couches and footstools,
Where there’s no committee chairman,
No group leaders or car pools.

No eager team that needs a coach,
No bazaar and no bake sale.
There will be nothing to staple,
Not one thing to fold or mail.

Telephone lists will be outlawed,
But a finger snap will bring
Cool drinks no gourmet dinners
And greats fit for a king.

You ask, “Who will serve these privileged few
And work for all they’re worth?”
Why, all those who reaped the benefits
And not once volunteered on Earth.

~ Author unknown