Our Table

We dine at an elegant table
A bounty, a harvest of riches
We imagine that we all are able
To enjoy and sample these dishes
But the table is far from stable
And some unfortunates are holding up
A legless-comer and are not able
To partake, never sipping from the cup
Of plenty and tasting fruits of the vine
Until someday they drop their support
They’re no longer there as we dine
Because of our imprudent deport
Of those that held the table steady
And the dogs will dine on the scraps
As they are always there, at the ready!