Some come early, some come late
But no one ever has to wait
For a seat at the table of plenty.
Whatever your pleasure, you will find,
Whether you choose to broaden your mind
Or broaden your circle of friends.
Those who would study, will find a soft light
To read or to draw by, at ease and at peace.
Those who would celebrate, fill up the night
Cheered on by a generous feast.
No one will reach the end of the day,
No one will be turned away
Before they are placed at the table of plenty.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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