Sit at that table
Sharing an honest bite
That we once did
With old bent spoons?
Sharing dreams
That helped us survive
The old rusted
Metal that surrounded us?
Would we
Still survive
The bean weevils
In every bite
Off our spoons?
Would we
Still smile
At the beating
From those iron hands?
Would we
Still stand
At the breaking
From every corner?
Would we
Dream on
Only to grasp
Our fading dreams?
We…
Would we?
Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
Powerful writing, Susan
Thank-you Penny for your kindness 🙏.
“Would we
Sit at that table
Sharing an honest bite
That we once did
With old bent spoons?”
That is AWESOME ! Exquisite.
Thank-you very much 🙏. I am truly humbled🙏🙏🙏.
This is simply brilliant, Susan ! A great piece of writing indeed.
Thank-you very much Chhaya 🙏💝
My pleasure, Susan ! 😊
brilliant I loved this one! x
Thank you very much 🙏. That’s actually based on a true story of my boarding school life when I was young. Thank you again🙏🙏
Strong words 🙂
Thank you
Thank you very much Sir 🙏
Loved the words Susan
Thank you Chukki my dear 💝
Nicely penned.Impactful👍
Thank you very much Shayra🙏💝
My pleasure sir😊