Sitting with a plate of food
I’m at a loss, anew;
I want to show my gratitude
But can’t decide who to.
The ones who serve me in this place
Receive my solemn thanks,
And yet they’re but the public face
Of those down through the ranks.
From all the kitchen staff who toil
To cook the best they know
To those who till the fragrant soil
And reap the seed the sow –
My thanks are due them, every one;
I put off eating till I’m done.
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