Poetry: The Feast

Donnie recites an original poem "The Feast" "The Feast"   If we met as strangers well,  I might get a hunch  that soon we’d be hungry  and have to go to lunch.   And once we did it’d be so clear  that we’re in no real rush,  so perhaps we’d get dessert— apple pie with flaky crust. Then you and I with bellies full and crumbs still in our laps might find ourselves quite ready for a delicious little nap.   And when we wake to say goodbye  it’d be quite bittersweet.  Yes, it’s fine to dine alone,  but friendship is a feast.   © DonnieWelchPoetry 2019-2021 Support Let's Write About with a tax-deductible donation: https://www.gofundme.com/f/lets-write-about Connect with the show: https://linktr.ee/LetsWriteAbout  Subscribe for a new content every week!