HUNGRY

It is lunch time,

My mouth waters,

As my tummy growls an empty swirl,

Hungers stews inside my tummy,

Weak from lack of nutrients,

I ache for something to devour,

My mind goes on a trail,

At the thought of the sight of food,

how I will bump on it when it comes,

I walk past nearby restaurants,

My tummy rumbles even more,

My heart cannot let me pass this restaurant,

Oh the indulging aroma of fried onion,

I finally give way to my desire,

And as I collapse on the restaurant seat,

As the waiter takes my order,

I catch a glimpse of the empty table’s left overs,

As my eyes scan the restaurant,

Fork and knife at hand,

People are having their fills,

I cannot help but ask myself,

When my order will come,

I could as well demolish the left overs on the restaurant table.