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A plate full

A round plate, made of ceramic,
Pearl white, shining bright.

A stroke of color, creating contrast,
Delicate designs, pleasing to the eyes.

You pick or, you are served one,
It’s a pleasant feeling, let the meal begin.

Fine dining, less food & plates piling up,
Don’t fool yourself, it’s not your true self.

Buffets are luxury, eat all you want,
Always remember, thank the ones who served you.

Fast food joints, serve food on plastic,
Use and throw, don’t become that either.

Homeless shelters, trying their best for the unfortunate,
Be the helping hand, not the lost cause.

A home cooked meal, put everything on the plate,
Just like that, our emotions comprehend.