Lessons

One must learn from one's mistakes.
“The pizza's burnt,” this lover moans.
“It's only brown,” I say, “and, if you
Love me, you should try it. Eat, and
Feast on my good wishes. Cherish me,
If not my food.” I watch her push
Away the plate, and learn. Next time,
A pizza, cooked correctly, will be served
To someone else.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-22 at 15:13

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