The Empty Table


The woman in front

Snatched the sugar

A great handful of golden sachets

Dangling on her emerald tray

Rushing towards a table, an empty table,

The only table, then an elderly man

Rushed from the doorway, and spotted the table

They raced

They converged

They fought

Until she slipped with the tray,

Split her tea, scattered the golden sachets,

She won the race and the fight

Was worth it,

She had the empty table, to enjoy her

Split cold tea and scattered golden sachets.

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1 Response to The Empty Table

  1. Mary says:

    Sometimes a ‘win’ yields nothing positive!

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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