Chunk of Life
Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
One would think
Things were fine
But it was his farewell
His last salute
To a life
Where death had
Taken too much
From his soul
Now all he wished
To crawl in a hole
Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
"Sure, my friend,
all is fine!"
One too many
taken from him
One too many
made his hope dim
So chunk of cheddar,
Rather share it with him
But he is gone..
It's no mere whim...
Chunk of cheddar
Chunk of life,
It breaks off uneven,
As there is no knife
No surgical cut
No idea what that is
And that chunk of cheddar
With the sparkling wine fizz
Yeah, that chunk of cheese,
That tart and sweet bite
And that bubbly wine
Just can't improve the night
Too many gone,
Too long....
And no way to understand
What's going on
Chunk of cheddar,
Glass of wine,
My last taste of life,
For me that's fine.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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