Dubbed

All the little people sitting at the table.
Drinking drinks and eating eats.
Over twenty years later, the center of everyone's attention.

All the outcasts are sitting at the table.
Heads thrown back laughing, air filled with innocent shrieks.
Over twenty years ago, the interest of noone's study.

They speak the language of the few.
They see the world of the many.
Over this lifetime, unable to be seen and unable to be celebrated.

Living in cubby holes and tiniest of spaces.
Awaiting the opportunity to spring forth.
Over many hours, simmering with internal juices, bursting at the seams until...

All the unknown people finding one common ground while sittting at the table.
Hands held and cheeks kissed.
Over the generational divide, the once unnoticed melt into the unmistakeably noticeable pot of their one essence.

Love...It's been dubbed "Love."
And it oozes out of the fingertips, out of the corners of the eyes, through the skin into the big people, the accepted people, all people until all the world tastes its sweetness. Over the next twenty years, this work will be done.