Some are crumb catchers.
Happy, content, desperate crumb catchers.
Content to sit on the side lines and catch
whatever crumbs are thrown their way from
someone else's table.
Some believe they deserve a seat at the table.
They will not settle for crumbs out of desperation.
Sitting on the side lines, playing the waiting game,
is not for them.
Some believe in spreading their own table,
providing their own sumptuous feast,
never waiting to be served.
Dishing out the best morsels for themselves,
feeding their own souls, never desperate or hungry.
© VTyalinHM 2018
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