A Meal for Two -an original poem

He’s made no plans, this aged fellow.
Upon the stove sits a meal made for two,
Though the last time he’s seen another
In his home was several months ago.
Hopeful could define him, but
Despair comes sure enough, once
He’s had his fill of food
And his hope soon flutters away on the
Wings of a deeply pained sigh.

Leave a Reply