Good Eggs
I feel like I’m blessed in this life by good eggs
But, of course, on occasion one’s rotten,
A good egg compares to a wine that has legs
The rare bad one is quickly forgotten.
A good egg just seems to slide down oh so nice
While a bad one will stick in your craw,
A good egg may offer some friendly advice
But a bad one will lay down the law.
A good egg departs just as smooth as it came
While a bad one can leave stomach churning,
Good eggs make you feel you’re on top of your game
While the bad make you doubt all your learning.
Yes nature and nurture both count it is true
But if you’re a “good egg,” count me grateful,
Good eggness depends on good choices by you
And it’s lack in the world can be fateful.
There’s really no way to forecast what you get
The “real proof” as they say “in the pudding,”
But luck comes most often to those who won’t quit
And who manage the time spent in brooding.
Long Tooth
July 3, 2016
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