The Table of Life

My mind wanders unrestrained creating images surreal I enter a room with a table set for a grand midday meal Fine china and crystal settings adorn the table this night A celebration is in order, what a glorious sight Friends and family are expected and soon will arrive The Table of Life is made ready as I rejoice for being alive. As time passes seats are filled and friendly chatter fills the room But something seems wrong as the hall clock strikes high noon I scan the table and soon the problem comes into view Empty seats stand out before me, far more than just a few They represent those that have passed since my life first began Mother, Father, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles and dear friends So, I ask those in attendance to raise their glasses not once but thrice As we toast those spirits not in attendance at this the Table of Life