Sharing

We share food what we get. From time to time somebody shows up at the door with homemade fudge, or a cake. Wonderful gift of sharing. The food cans never stay long on the table. You know somebody comes and take it. Somebody will be not hungry tonight. He will eat and think: Somebody was thinking about me. Of course, the food isn't the first quality, but it is food. He will not feel lonely tonight. The life is good, when he looks upon the stars and the city lights tonight. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010