Bread for life
I ask for daily
Given more than I need
A neighbor comes
He doesn’t have enough
For his weary travelers
Just arrived
After mid-night
Ok, Ok
Stop your knocking
You are waking us all up
Especially the dogs
Here’s your bread
I don’t share well
But since you are such
A pest
And I want to go back to bed
I will give it to you
What if he didn’t have to ask?
What if I had given it to him
Earlier?
How was I to anticipate
His need of my extra bread?
Maybe if I paid attention
And asked
What am I to do with this extra?
I would have known
He was running on empty.
© 2013 Julie Clark
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