Little grains of fallen rice
lay on the cupboard floor
sprinkled with some random spice
and really nothing more.   

I found a piece of raisin bread
and toasted it a bit.
I wished it were a muffin top
from the coffee shop I quit. 

My car was broke and so was I,
but I knew a corner store nearby.
I grabbed my coat and penny cash.
I bought six eggs and canned beef hash.

I hurried home and lit the fire.
I dressed like someone fit to hire.
I fried an egg and saved the rest
and vowed today I’d try my best.