Dinner Bell
The sun will shine,
The moon will rise.
The nights will always glimmer.
The birds will fly,
The bugs will glide,
The people will hide for winter.
Everyday subsidies,
Everyday I survived,
I still don’t feel like a winner.
All the plates will be shined,
All the guests get invites,
But I’ll still eat alone for dinner.
Stew away every night,
Everyday is a fight,
My emotional pot sits to simmer.
Simply,
Everyday.
Simply,
Everyday I have this dinner.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2025
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