A-lone
which is not by It-self
we are not
hungry for hollow bread
Satisfied
we are not
as they are.
Ex-posed
to the elements,
sheltered from the cold-
blooded nature of time,
we are not
afraid to gather together.
No-body
taking a place
at an empty table
we are not
waiting any-more
for second(s),
when years will only do.
Rich with excess
Starved to impress
reminiscing to regress
we are not
In-stead of wishing and wanting
we are blessing and yawning
making new batches of Progress
and wiping up spilt regrets.
With indebtedness to our grand Hostess
Here, we take the left-overs
for tomorrows
grand children.
Today
we whet
our appetites
craving nothing more
than what we are not
indulging all the more.
Image of painting by Cornelis Bisschop, circa 1664 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
