Dine and Dash
People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or if dining, I don't like it one bite
I am alive yet I think I am dead
there is no reason for it all
smiles only bleed
now I dine alone
there is, no where to dash
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2024
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