Laughing all the way to the food bank
The only thing left to swallow is pride.
Empty cupboard
Empty stomach
How did it get to this?
But the warmth of a rare winter sun
Hands out its spring tinged nutrients
And fresh water tastes
Like a new beggining
Laughing all the way to the Foodbank.
To start all over again
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