My Dirt Floor
Lord, I wish I could offer you more,
but please—Have a seat, on my dirt floor
I beg—Have something to eat
There’s morsels on the table—and a crumb on my cheek
You’ve noticed the stained white washed walls,
It’s been about a week
since they last matched the tomb-like halls,
I didn’t want to show you this,
I was going to give a call
to prove that nothing as amiss
Instead you showed up, in amidst of it all
I answered the door, strung out on performance, high on
responsibility
You didn’t ask for more, You simply asked to sit on my floor
Quest Spring 2016
Theme: Who are you?