Ungrateful Beans (a poem of youth)

Naively he ordered the ‘Happiness Stew’

While his youth is the food of my dreams

Yet later, when his meal arrived, well I knew

Cold plates full of ungrateful beans

 

Death as a concept was clearly surreal

Just maturity gone to extremes

Youth’s a glad Chocolate Parfait – the dessert of the meal

Then cold plates full of ungrateful beans

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