Cream
Life wonders if there
will be more
A dollop of some dear
addition
Beauty, riches, fame not
required
A hint of soft cat's paw
will do
A clever bit of humor
to
light up the human face
Cream - the pleasure
that denies nothing
It comes in forms so
simple, so serene
The clotted cream of
English teas
The frothy whipped
variety
that
sits atop an angel pie
The generous spoonful
that blends with coffee perfectly
With seven decades now
gone
Swirled down the tube of
life
What is left to wait
for, to strive for
Must our days by now be
ship shape
Arranged in perfect time
and place
Knowing where the start
and where the end
Swinging the cudgel at
our disappointing dreams
Meandering towards
solemn death
Time is lost
It waves its white flag
Not knowing whom to
blame
Or where to perch for
the next eternity
Best go with cream
A known hypnotic
A softener of
disappointments
Demanding no more than a
mouth and tongue
to
lap it up
Knowing when to try
And when to simply lean
back and enjoy
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- February 27, 2014
Love this poem ! I have read it to many of my friends and all of them have reacted with similar sentiments.
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