The Menu
I pull out a menu,
pieces by pieces,
I turn it over,
as my eyes stop from searching,
finally I found my favourite drink,
however dear,
coffee is on the menu,
but not the creamer,
and I make another decision,
I search for an appetizer,
but those were too expensive,
I cannot afford to eat,
so I search for a dessert,
but there is an ice cream,
with the chocolate topping and vanilla crunchy rice,
I swallow my saliva,
and my eyes gaze in bright,
I take my purse
and I am surprise,
I have no money
for I am ashamed,
I stand and go away
saying good bye to the menu,
on the top of dining table.
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