by Phil Hilfiker
Crumbs from the Rich Man's Table
-by Ida Bailey Allen
They have a place--Crumbs.
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
have not?
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.
"Crumbs"
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)
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5 comments:
Thanks for introducing me to this new poet. Beautifully written and full of truth.
This was a great poem to read...especially around this time of the year.
I like this poem! It's food for thought :)
marvelous image
@Looking to the Stars- You are so clever! "...food for thought" to describe a cook-writer, that's a good one!
@Kim- I got the same message from it, Kim. :)
@nothingprofound- Hello and welcome and thank you for your lovely comment!
@English Rider- Agreed. :)
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