A Wasted Grace

Oh... how heartless I was to think. Set up a fine dinner for a feast on that eve. Foods and drinks were flooded everywhere. Feels like bounties have no ending. Can someone even think of people who's starving that night? Sleeping in a sidewalks with a plastic on their hands. Asking for a piece of grace that we can't even share. Looking into our eyes,kept blinded of selfish thing. Then morning comes and see what's left. A ton of leftovers chilled on a shelf. Inside is waiting a group of eukaryotic organisms. Deadly hunger for a feast to be rotten. Is it quite dumb to imagine? Wasting a spoon of blessings each day.. I hope everyone has a wonderful year, May each plates in banquette be filled of wasted grace.