What I bring to the table of life is but me.
I believe I have something of value to give
To society which it has not enough of.
If I can’t bring much else, then at least I’ll bring love.
To break bread in communion is reason to live
In appreciation for what’s caused me to be.
I develop my talent for dining in grace
With my fellow digesters consumed with the meal.
I have some table manners that tend to offend.
Often, I take a break when I can’t comprehend
Why I’m here in the first place. Is my hunger real?
When I choose to recover, I slip back in place.
I bring you to the table that we’ve built by hand
With much hard work and talent and strength of the heart.
I bring meaning to life in my own special way.
We are each someone special with something to say.
Our strong table is sturdy. It won’t fall apart.
We are all self-invited before all was planned.