The Feast is your People

The wine prevailed as the drink of choice

But oddly enough,

There was no real voice,

The topic lingers…near the surface

Like plankton needs light,

Underneath the words

Devoid; neither passion nor fight

Like Cinderella dashed;

So were hopes of something new

7:30 arrives, again we bid adieu,

Like cats the family scattered

Wishing, another year, that they knew

What it is I’m thankful for, what it is I do?

They may never know what makes a meal

It’s the gravy…I mean the people, that’s most rich

All that matters; there’s so much more…

Beyond the cranberries, deeper,

Than just ridding the holiday itch