AT chow king <br />i've seen so many <br />new faces eating <br />the hours alone <br /> <br />no one is surprised <br />one gets attuned to <br />a certain individuality <br />a mode of indifference <br />where one minds <br />his own business <br />like a yuppy <br /> <br />i must be an outdated <br />fool feeling a little bit <br />ashamed to sip my <br />seafood noodles <br />alone sensing a <br />humiliating selfishness <br />underneath the spoon <br /> <br />i have decided though <br />to have a take-out <br />i am not happy at this <br />chair facing an empty <br />chair as others pass by <br /> <br />i want my noodles shared <br />with someone <br />where conversations <br />become spices where <br />news become condiments <br />where friendship makes <br />the food more delicious <br />simply because the hours <br />too are shared like food <br />for the soul itself.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiness-is-only-real-when-shared/
