Stale breadcrumbs ~Kerry Fantelli
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Stale breadcrumbs
Why do you bend
pick up stale bread crumbs
They are for the birds my friend
Not for you, your hungry soul
Why do you bend over backwards
Just in case you missed one
And it is left lying
one you passed by but then decided it was for you after all
That is for the mice my dear
Not for your great spirit and desire
Go find a great big crusty still warm from the oven loaf
Something you can really sink your teeth into
Tenderness that fills your asking belly
Fresh, smelling like home
You are not a child
And you are certainly not lost
If you must
Stand in the forest
Compass in hand
Never to be led to or from anywhere
By any thing stale or small again
