Admin

In the humming heart of the office,
Admin stands tall, a quiet titan—
Filing, sorting, keeping order,
Turning chaos into calm.

With a click and a soft‑spoken “please”,
She weaves schedules like delicate lace,
Balancing spreadsheets and sticky notes,
Ensuring every cog finds its place.

No fanfare, just the rustle of paper,
The gentle tap of keys in the twilight,
Yet without her steady, unseen labour,
The day would drift, unanchored, adrift.

So here’s to the admin, the unseen architect,
Whose diligence writes the backbone of work—
In British spelling we honour her craft,
A quiet hero, never shy, never shy.