You keep putting that piece of toast
Back into your toaster,
Hoping the toast gets tastier,
(Or so it may seem).
I surmise that you may be
Trying to terminate
Those sly carbohydrates
So cleverly concealed within
That thin slice of
White wheat bread,
Burnt crisp,
Now blackened.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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