Meal

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

We part flesh

Talk and discuss our meals

Yet how few stop to think

Why are we alive

To what manner is our fuel given

What beats within our hearts

And gives us reason for being?

For we are here

The darkened slabs are not a meal

But reminder of the woeful

And beautiful life

So many blessed animals

Feel, and truly how many human creatures

Are wiling enough to stand, understand and feel?

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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