The pot

Life as a whole can be so tragic, And never will you witness magic, Emotions change in a blink of an eye, You start off happy and end with a cry, Loss of my loved one this emotion was new, Like it's tipped in a pot stirred up like a stew, Then it's poured in a bowl picked up with a spoon, It's what you would taste, The worst you'd assume, The more that you take, And the bigger the portions, From the pot that now feeds you, The new mix of Emotions.