You are the great equalizer. We all come to you: young and old, rich and poor, great and small. Some come willingly; others out of necessity. Most take your offering but grudgingly, accepting their fate with stoic resignation. A few seem to take pleasure in the fulfillment you bring, such as it were.
The seasons change. Days grow busier, nights shorter. People come and go, plans are formed and re-formed. Yet you stay constant. Once, I had hope that you would change somehow– if not for the better, at least not for the worse. Now I know those hopes were foolish. What could I expect? At least I know my death will not come from starvation, though perhaps it would be better if it were so.
You are the great equalizer: the school cafeteria.