I wake up each morning and march off to work that I may earn enough bread to buy bread to feed my family.
On my way to work I listen to Bread, while I crunch my crusty breakfast.
The music of Bread, a gentle memory of years gone by, is soft background to the crispy crust, a sprinkle of sugar to make the the heel go down easier.
Some say one cannot live by bread alone, but you can’t convince me of that; I see bread round every corner.
The bakery where I trade bread for bread, lures the hungry and the satiated alike with the aroma of manna from heaven, which stimulates the salivary glands thereby signaling hunger unabated.
We all need bread for our bodies and for our souls.