Until It's Gone
There are people who never will eat
Food that’s left-over, whether it’s meat,
Salad, veggies or pie;
I don’t really know why -
Guess they simply don’t like to repeat.
That’s not me, for I so hate to waste
Food that one time my table has graced,
That it may take a week
And be slightly past peak,
But I’ll eat ‘til the very last taste.
To all those who are holding back sneers,
It’s okay, for the food disappears
And most times, I don’t mind,
But this week, was resigned
Since the kasha* was up to my ears!
*a grain served with pasta bow ties
(called kasha varnishkes), traditionally
served at the Jewish New Year
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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