The Fast
I will not eat tomorrow
For this holiday, I fast.
The reason why is that it’s my
Connection to the past.
I’m not hung up on sinning,
So atonement’s not my goal.
I worry not that I’ve a blot
On my supposed soul.
Yet since I was a child,
This one custom I observe;
Thus history, to some degree,
I manage to preserve.
Tomorrow I’ll be hungry,
But at night I’ll be released.
What I love most – we’ll raise a toast
And dig in to a feast!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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