Bowl Of Soup (Children's Poem)

A carrot escapes his spoon as he eats his soup alone The table is set for two but there’s no one else at home The broth from the plastic bowl dribbles down his chin The bread is growing mold but it doesn’t bother him He sits back in his chair and closes his blue eyes Birds chirp in the chill spring air and he is satisfied There is a call from the man next door to men in clean white suits He's not breathing anymore with his face in the bowl of soup

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