by Phil Hilfiker
Crumbs from the Rich Man's Table
-by Ida Bailey AllenThey have a place--
Singly--they mean little,
Part of the whole--they have the same attributes.
O crumbs from the Rich Man's Table, what are you that we
You are not air, full and free.
You are not water, clean and pure.
You are not sunshine.
Often you represent foolish desire--
Waste, envy, or jealousy.
Why live or think in terms of crumbs?
The penny is a dollar crumb.
The crust a part of the loaf.
The scraps part of the roast.
The wasted gas, part of the bill.
They are worth thought for what they can be.
Not the Rich Man's Crumbs.
Let me gather up my fragments
And make them whole.
-from the recipes, poems, and wisdom found in Ida Bailey Allen's Modern Cookbook 2500 Recipes, (pub. 1924, 1935)