Would you like some chocolate?

I feel like a child in a kindergarten classroom
walking over to every child’s desk holding up a big box
filled with the finest chocolates in the country.

And every desk I go to, I smile brightly at my friends
I look in their clear wide eyes and join in their playful smiles
And say “my Daddy said I could share these with you”.

I don’t understand why their smiles turn into scowls.
They glare at me and scrape the paper off my box…
Daddy said this might happen. I forgot to ask Him why.

I’ll ask him when I go home.

But I’m not yet done here.
There is time for the bell to go.
They might yet turn and ask.
They might yet look and smile.

They might even accept and bite into the chocolate instead of biting me…