But there was food and
I could not eat,
And here was wine and
I dared not drink.
Mine was to watch, to wait,
Never early or late
Posted, never to taste
Forever on the fringe
Two standards away.
Nor could mine own
swallow today,
A helping of the least.
We're a feast apart.
Welcome to my menu.
Like me with the sinew,
The dregs, the skin, and the pits.
You can pray and I can wish
That someday, grace will food our lips.
Augustus / Redlands CA / August 23, 1987
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 27th, 2017 10:34
- Comment from author about the poem: This was written in 1987. My best friend and I were recently divorced, his the most recent. Hence, "welcome to my menu." I hated my job at the time and life was not going well. I was agnostic then, and he was a devout Christian.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 30
Comments6
An outsider looking in, with a desire for what the other has, as it appears the grass is greener. That is what I feel. Sorry the days were dreary.
You know, I wrote this 30 years ago and I am not clear on what I was thinking. I think ending up with the short end or the stick all of the time. I like your grass is greener idea as back then I was envious of others. Thanks for reading and commenting.
I get the short end of the stick, feeling. But, I think it is just a part of growing and then realizing we have it a lot better than most. Thanks for your reply to mine.
Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks Tony.my fallen angel.
Welcome
beautifully expressed poetry! nicely penned!
Thanks Jane.
Life-changing times well versed in this insightful look at two friends in the same boat of divorce. Food the thought here my friend.
It was a suffering time. I was lucky to have that great friend. Thanks.
Sadness is wonderfully expressed in this poem. This mesmerizes mind more. An amazing poem of course!
Interesting that you picked up on sadness. Thanks for the comment.
Quite moving in fact - great poem.
Thanks Michael, I did move on after that time in my life.
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