I break bread with you but I am also noticing your condiments and I think those little round sllivery things is caviar. But if you want to share, I have a butter knife and wishes for a better life. And here is truth, I should have been checking my own condiments. I left my table bare and the tablecloth didnt have a stain to show for it.
There were times that I was far away from breaking bread, I was just broke and always asking for something to eat.
I was broken and didnt have the appetite to match my ambition. I skipped through the dining hall but never stepped in the kitchen. I saw the silverware, the forks and spoons but never the pots and pans.
I was broken still because that was never part of my plan. And I never broke bread but always wanted a seat at the table.
So not only did I not break bread but I was bred broke and that means I would always be hungry.