Poem

There, at the heart of it all, at the center-fold, We talked at the table we always did, and left No tip, but a note saying, "The best things in Life are free." Once I wrote the waitress a poem About life, because it's hard. The next day, She came to me and kissed me hard, then said: "Fifteen percent of a free water is nothing, Eleven lines of prose are worth nothing, until They're read, then they become a medium for All the emotions too worthless for verse, my Emotions. Life is hard. Life is hard."