Crumbs
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An ode to the lowly lifeforms
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the
crumbs
of yesterday
and tomorrow
they fill my sorry life
need I elaborate more?
we live, eat, breathe them
and they are what sustains us
not the banquets or feasts of aristocracy
nor the lavish silverwear of the princes and kings
but we live on the left over bits and pieces of apple crumble
that fell to the pits of morality's tumbler with a faint and subtle
rumble that bubbles into nothingness when the winds flutter by the
sad sorrowful window panes of my weary and exhuasted mental faculty