Blue Cheese and Old Pickles
time doesn't wait for our pleasure,
nor the patience of neglect to
~ endure forever...
because it knows and feels,
none of this, nor
how regret births tomorrow's measure!
forgotten fruits fall and wither and
know nothing of those who may have
celebrated their perfection
~ they simply live and die,
never to have wondered why?
Yet, is it our curse to do so,
to eat that fetid fruit that yesterday
would have nourished tomorrow,
left alone in wasted sorrow?
or...will the seeds stuck between
our teeth and toes still grow?
~ who knows?...
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