At My Table Poem by Randy McClave

Though the world might be at its end
Doesn't mean that you lost me as a friend,
You never gained me as an enemy
You still have my love, and now my sympathy,
Even though you lied and told me to scat
Remember, I am much bigger than that.

As I sit down to my dinner with a prayer
For you, I will still pray and I will always care,
I don't want to see you starve, I want you to eat
As I sit next to an empty seat,
I always want you happy, healthy and able
But, I don't want you sitting at my table.

Randy L. McClave