Much Like a Salad
Life is a ballad
Much like a salad.
A mixture of greens
From newborn to teens.
Then adulthood blues
In various hues.
Once years are golden,
It grows some mold in.
Sins lurking in seeds,
Sprouting up like weeds.
Mélange of all spice -
Of virtue, of vice.
Too proper and straight?
Add nuts to the plate.
Posh palate to please?
Grate sheep truffle cheese.
Life's rich fibre zest
We strive to digest.
No need to panic
If not organic.
Either way when lost,
Turns into compost.
Salads taste the same,
The leaves aren’t to blame.
The top secret is -
What it's garnished with.
Lush evergreen muse -
In dressing we choose.
Flair of creation -
In variation.
April 27, 2022
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2022
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