You don't take the first nibble
Until everyone's assembled
At the well-laid table
You wait while the sun
Dashes in and out of the room
Seating the late arrivals
I love this part of quiet chit-chat
Faces revealing the years between
The quiet laughter of recognition
But we all stand when the Guest
With trumpets and violins
At last sweeps into the room
Humbled to have been invited
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