Laurels In My Soup (Enhancing The Aroma) Poem by Justin Gildow

Laurels In My Soup (Enhancing The Aroma)

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The curse has spread throughout the countryside
And we're all waiting and hoping for a hero
Life these days to many seems bleak
Many are trying to find the right words to speak
As well as going through each day, day by day

Many are homeless
As well as hungry and lonely
Just like me

In this old building
A family huddles together in another corner
Another family huddles together in another corner
Some sit or lie down on the many benches
And I have my space all cleared for myself

The bell has rung for dinner
And we all line up

We're being served soup for the night
I take my dinner with me back to my space
My space which I'm calling home for tonight
And we'll see how many more days after

I sit down and say a prayer before I start to eat
The soup is great
But it lacks something
I sit my dinner to the side and I open up my knapsack
And I pull out my laurels

One by one I lightly dropp a laurel into my soup
And it enhances the aroma

The soup is wonderful to taste
The laurels have helped enhance the aroma
As I continue to eat
The crescent moon has appeared and ready to shine
Right through the window to the space in this building I rightfully call mine

I lean against the wall
Sitting on my sheets and blankets
Finishing off my soup

Many people and many familes have gone to bed at this point in time
I stay up for a while
Admiring the crescent moon
While I pray for the curse throughout this land to end soon

Finishing my dinner
I put my spoon and bowl on the ground beside me, my blankets, and sheets
I hope for peace to return to the countryside
But for tonight
I'll enjoy sleeping the best I can
Under the crescent moon's ethereal light

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Justin Gildow

Justin Gildow

Washington, PA
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