I walked from the table
Filled with more food
Than the people gathered around it could ever eat
Made my way out
Of the large, beautifully crafted doors
Beneath the colourful stained windows
To the streets filled with misfits
Those outcasted from the feast
We built a table all our own
It isn’t magnificent
But it doesn’t have to be
With love as our centerpiece
SWD 03/2019
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Wonderful! Thanks for following my blog. It’s delightful to come by and read such a wonderful poem that speaks to my heart.
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it’s a fine poem. I like it, both its structure and sentiment 🙂
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