Breakfasts were special. <br />Two plates. <br />Two eggs. <br />Together. <br /> <br />Cup and saucer. <br />Egg and spoon. <br />Salt and pepper. <br /> <br />Kind people ask. <br />I cannot tell. <br />There are no words. <br />At breakfast <br /> <br />One plate is lonely. <br />The egg is spoiled. <br /> <br />No pepper. <br />I never liked it. <br /> <br />Only the salt is set. <br />Only the sharp taste. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords <br />April 2008<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakfast-for-one-2/
