Diner For One Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Diner For One
Paste, taste, waste!
After the muse of the war;
With the dead and the destruction of properties.
The muse of life,
Loneliness!
Diner for one;
After the muse of the war,
Leaving you alone at the dining table.
Diner for one!
With sadness on your face after the war;
And, with ´death and destroyed properties! !
As you sat down alone at the dining table.
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