Rudolph Rinaldi Poet Free verse

Another Day

IT’S WAY TOO FAR FOR ME TO 
                                                          SEE
THE NECTAR AND THE 
                                        BUMBLE BEE
I DANCE AND SING AROUND THE 
                                                      ROOM
WAITING AND HOPING FOR THE 
                                                       NOON

WHEN 
LUNCH IS SERVED
     BISCUITS AND HONEY
     CHEESE AND WINE
     FISH AND SEA WEED
     GRAPES ON THE VINE

AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE 
I FIND THAT LUNCH IS ALWAYS FUN

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY 
TO SIT AND WAIT FOR LUNCH 
AGAIN
                                         TO COME AWAY

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Karl Marszalowicz September 4, 2011 at 6:15 AM Send me one of those biscuits bro! I feel the same way about food. although maybe I shouldn't!