The Lunchbox
At four forty five, which does draw near,
As food and drinks are thrown away,
I'll live to see another day,
In dishes and Tubberware,
I've emptied all my mealtime wares,
left all alone, like a puppy at the pound,
Until morning comes around,
Then I'll go home, and I'll come back,
filled-up with brand new meals and snacks.
Copyright © Yvonne Livingstone Kania | Year Posted 2014
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