Gnawing a toasted bagel pensively While worrying about the calories I just wonder what will become of me But then I decide that bagels like these Whatever else they do taste heavenly And so I commit to eat all of it Since it bears no butter and no cream cheese
What will become of me is I will be As for what else becomes let it become Because I have seen the worst anyway OK by me as long as I have some Change for a bagel on a sunny day And should life go from bad to worse to worst At least I know I will not be the first
II. Coffee
Those drugs which make people nervous Hold no fascination for me They offer a doubtful service Though offered stimulatingly
I know you know which drugs I mean Of which I only use caffeine Because it just comes with my tea Or the coffee of this morning At Starbucks down on Plaza Square
Of coffee I need no warning Since I can only have it there If someone slips me refill change Or they wink me a cup for free
I would feel rushed and rather strange Snorting white powder up my nose And yet they do it heaven knows Led by the nose headlong to doom Far from where the poetry grows
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I like bagles, plain; notso hotso on coffee: but I loved this write. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.