Breadcrumbs

Bread crumbs and scraps 

At the dinner table

Fall on the floor for me to eat 

But I am forever grateful 

That God left them be for me to eat

And I am full because that's all 

I truly hoped for- others have been weak

They pray for more than what they need

This is the trouble in society 

A rude obsession with wealth 

And convenience is all they really seek

I don't care if it's convenient for me

Scraps from my masters table is

All I really need