High-Noon Buffet Poem by Leslie Xavier

Almost the final verses
of a weekly poetry recital!

The bones stiff, cells starved; missing
- gas of life and of course carbs.
The pull of my floor,
then the fight and yeah, I win.

Shaking off the software blues,
takes time, be sure with me.
'Over'! The presuming peddaler.
Speaker, proxy of the Shepherd.

I missed the dew drops today,
why? Being distant I see.
But His love sure reached
and more followed in silence.

A happy father, no wonder,
his girl's big day so near.
Then the daughter, her smiling truth,
it's free this noon, friendly wishes n saints.

Latecomer? Better than being never,
I was welcome too? Love, the buffet.