Growth

When I am fresh
they smile, set up a special table
in the big house
and tell me that
what I want has priority.

Then I notice that my freshness fades
and cracks appear in the smiles.
I try to deny it but some of my wishes are ignored.

Then they cancel meetings
and I'm asked to move downstairs to the common room.
I'll get my due with the others.

Then I end up in a scramble
for the eye of the master
who doesn't have time for all of us.
I will get what I can catch.

Then I am asked to wait
for the leavings of my betters.