Aiyah Torres Poet Free verse

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.

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Cherl Dunn January 2, 2014 at 7:59 PM This is sad to say an honest write for granted all we have and waste so much when so many are cold and hungery, American is such a wasteful country and it would make such a difference if we could just take our blinders off and share with thoses in need. I say you are right on the mark with this write. cheri Aiyah Torres January 3, 2014 at 7:10 AM Oh..thank you ,cherl :))