A Last Meal

October 15, 1931

A man fiddled at the bus stop with papers titled “Job Application for the Daily Press”

Each paper marked with the dampness of stress.

A passerby observed the hungry, nervous, anxious, young man

And thought of how she could change the situation at hand.

She gave the man a tin box from her backpack.

He opened it and revealed a delicious snack.

The man tried to refuse, but the lady would hear nothing of such.

“Thank you for the food. You pack a mighty lunch.”

The lady replied, “Cooking for me is such a large chore.

It is the meals spent with people I adore.

The people I meet, the spreading of a smile,

That is what makes cooking all the worthwhile.”

When the man reached his destination he knew that that meal wouldn’t be his last,

And that the worry of hunger would be a thing of the past.

November 16, 1938

On the side of the road lied a lady, whose hunger made her insides throb,

She had lost everything, even her desire to exist had been robbed.

When she woke up she found a clean, well-dressed man

Sitting beside her, holding a small box in his right hand.

He revealed chicken pieces lying peacefully on a bed of potatoes and milk.

The chocolate was so smooth, as smooth as silk.

When man left the box and started to head on home.

She tried to thank him, and he replied in a soft tone,

“You were right; Life in itself is such a large chore,

It is the moments spent with people one should adore.

The people one meets, the spreading of a smile,

That is what makes life all the worthwhile.”