I've been famished all these years---
my back slouched and t'was in pain---
Deaf in my rumbling stomach--
I clenched my fist by savory scent to refrain--

T'was this rich man's table----filled
nostalgia feels odd---irksome to be told
He, then held the hands of his children
But left the last one bold---

Banquet began--I gently picked freshly baked bread---
Sat on my seat secluded by everyone--
T'was...