Every meal eaten with relish
Given forth from the earth
Its bounty always present
Should never be disposed of
To laden her with huffish scorn
There are those who do without
Growling gut, constant companion
Hunger, like misery always near
Three squares a day, but a dream
In an unrelenting hell of starvation
To be there, is to care, to share
Counting ribs in assessment
To do withoutas do their mouths
Their minds, their hearts scorched
To savour what waste there is
A cardinal transgression, waste
To disregard human needs
The value of life granted
Never to be tossed to the heap
Regret is a dish unfulfilling
To be fussy is to be famished
Count blessings discernedly
As if to count grains of rice
That rationed they might be
One grain may tip the scale of life