Repast Celebrators

Every opportunity
Had been extended to them.
To connect, heal and mend their ways.
But this was not done.
And one by one...
To those gone,
Those chances did not come.
And one by one...
Those repast celebrators,
Came to visit!
As if to be treated...
By the sight of someone's grief.
Drink and eat and then they leave!

Every opportunity
Had been extended to them.
To connect, heal and mend their ways.
But this was not done.
And one by one...
To those gone,
Those chances did not come.
And one by one...
Those repast celebrators,
Came to visit!
As if to be treated...
By the sight of someone's grief.
Drink and eat and then they leave!

And these celebrations,
Are expected!
And not unpleasant scenes at all!
It is the only way large families can unite.
To see who they had missed...
And wished the passing of time,
Would stop...
To find each one is loved!
To find there is no spite that has been gossiped.
Inspite any distance...
That keeps them with indifferences believed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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