Enchanted (A Collection of Poetry)

the three meals... or two

we are no kings or queens

the first meal is not our biggest

most times, we do not have breakfast to eat

for work is the usual thing we do in the morning

to earn and buy food, there is no time for yawning

we are no princes or princesses too

but maybe our second meal is bigger

work is not done yet, but we get to eat lunch

not much like the royalties as luxury is not for us

nevertheless, lunch is not so much and never less

we are paupers ,indeed,

and our last meal is the biggest

we eat dinner like kings for it is the end of the day

ironic, it is the only time we earn enough money to pay

sweet dreams i bid for tomorrow is another day to feed