The Golden Crumbs
‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
We often get waylaid with golden crumbs of two in love
and have no clue of what we’re worth
Too often than not, a few moments of someone’s time
is all the sign of their devotion, labeling it emotion
Always making excuses for the one who doles out
the crumbs, we undervalue our worth
and accept what’s tossed our way
sad but it’s the golden truth the other
not bothered or giving a damn about your worth.
Feel worthy of your emotional culinary skills
And take yourself elsewhere for nourishment
For man cannot live on crumbs alone
Even mounds of crumbs crumble and that’s not
what your worth.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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