Listen
The morning plays upon the flute
Taste
The breakfast is stodgy
Listen
The afternoon rhymes symphony
Taste
The lunch is salty and a little bit pungent
See
The twilight displays golden canopy
Taste
The dinner is sumptuous
See
The comfy and velvet beds unfold
See
The night has opened its shimmering umbrella
Things are beautiful
And they are as we want them
But we are not as we must be
Together at a ball
No smile passes
Lips open to *****
Not to sympathy
To water
Not to soft words
To coldrink
Not to hospitality
To lemonade
Not to sorry
The people search for the mirror
To see their image
They will not tell you
Your pen has splotched
No need to be bothered
This is life
We made it so!