The Table

I walked from the table

Filled with more food

Than the people gathered around it could ever eat

Made my way out

Of the heavy wooden 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

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Wonderful! Thanks for following my blog. It’s delightful to come by and read such a wonderful poem that speaks to my heart.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. johnlmalone says:

    it’s a fine poem. I like it, both its structure and sentiment 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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