My grandmother always said “The way into a person’s heart is through their stomach” I keep replaying that lesson over in my mind Tracing the flowers on the edge of this plate I ask myself what tempting poison must have been fed to you To make the three hours I spent on this lasagna not enough
I once thought of taking my life but the thought of all the people I needed to help kept me here An act of complete selflessness An act of complete selfishness I cannot live my life for other people; it is not fair to them Nor is it fair to me If you keep drinking from a well It will run dry If you keep whittling a tree It will be only a stump I am not a bottomless wealth of help I too have begun to run dry But I refuse to choose the path of martyrdom I will not teach a lesson learned by my absence A person lost is missed most when left unresolved I don’t want to be a case of what could have been said …What should have been said
I give 100 percent of me and get back none As an act of self-preservation I must brick over the mouth of this well For I have grown weary of one way streets I would give it all to you And you can’t even spare a thing for me I don’t ask for your pity or your hand outs I may stand on the street and sing But not to fill my cup with coins But to sing Today I must look at this street corner differently For if I sang for change and received no coins I would move to another corner I know you will remember me I know you ‘re changed by me But I only wish I was ever presently important For a friend who is seen as important in hindsight Is a friend who is already gone So I give you one last chance I am here I am now Do not waste me For I will go to another corner soon And this time to sing for change Because my throat has grown weary I can no longer sing to you just simply to sing to you