<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to a Meal of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took in all I could<br>Flavors of what life offered<br>Taste that could turn your tongue around<br>Dissatisfying sensations like explosions<br>Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning<br>Ending every night randomly with dinner<br>Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest<br>Today I flew tomorrow I blew up<br>Into a million pieces of glass<br>Reflecting the fates I have devoured<br>Meals become endless hopes to try something new<br>Eventually my taste buds begin to expire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dying and lying on the dry tongue<br>Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times<br>Oh how the good times pass by so quickly<br>The great moments forgotten so easily<br>Oh how the sad times bring us misery<br>The worst moments devastating our savory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dish we lovingly pick at<br>Ode of the lovely homely delicacy<br>The positivity of creation of a cook<br>A chef so-called the creator<br>This ode to life <br>Its fresh warm smell attracts all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lively breathing behavior emitted<br>Oh this ode to life<br>This plate full of experiences<br>But what is at the end of this dish? <br>The last bit of taste? <br>Is it sweet, bitter, sour? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is to our hearts content<br>Personally though, it is bitter-sweet<br>It is spiced with the death of it all<br>Our tribute ends as the spoils rot<br>Sure the meal has been fine but the last crumb ended <br>With nothing more than a bitter spite</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaving a lusting hunger for the past felt<br>Causing us to be grateful for life<br>Allowing us to cherish and live life<br>This life is more than a meal<br>Our gluttony may have spent it to the last<br>But we pay for it as we must<br>Ode to life we continue to its savoury last bite</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Han+One+Sail">Han One Sail</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567014" data-title="Ode to a Meal of Life de Han One Sail" data-description="I took in all I could Flavors of what life offered Taste that could turn your tongue around Dissatisfying sensations like explosions Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning Ending every night randomly with dinner Digesting as if I were rebo..."></div> </div> </div>

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