French Cafe (poem by me)

I own a petite cafe in South France
Overlooking the sparkling azure sea
The apron-clad staff serves some top cuisine
But mainly fine china filled with black tea.

Chef Christopher becomes so furious
No one orders his finely prepared food
Because he poured his heart and soul in it
But the customers are not in the mood.

I console him and say the tourists stress
About the growing size of their own waist
They say his creamy dishes look divine
Even when they refuse to take a taste.

I tell the chef to breathe in the sea air
And remember his wage is more than fair.
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ANALYSIS

"French Cafe" was written as a light fictional poem, but there is more here 
to chew on. On the spiritual level, it echoes the sentiment of the 
parable of the workers in the vineyard. Matthew 20:13 states, 
“But he answered one of them, ‘I am not being unfair to you, friend. 
Didn’t you agree to work for a denarius?'" Shouldn't we appreciate the 
opportunity to serve Christ rather than allow pride to stir up anger over 
disappointments? Although we may not all enjoy a creative career on the 
coast of France, we do all have blessings we can choose to focus on in 
our lives. Thanks for reading "French Cafe" and its analysis. Have a 
blessed day!   

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A Christian Poetry Collection. Details here: Call for Submissions.
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