Saved By the Dinner Bell
Saved by the (Dinner) Bell
So there’s the old woman lying in bed
with a Bible in hand and a gun to her head
She can’t see the point in waiting to die.
and is eagerly plotting her final good-bye.
But aromas of dinner are filling the room
with their mystical way of dispelling the gloom.
So she thinks she will wait until after the meal
(And admit it or not, that is how we all feel.)
That life is much brighter and problems are solved
that life is worth living, when food is involved!
Copyright © Kathy Lundy Derengowski | Year Posted 2016
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