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Painted Brain | Cookie: A Poem
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  • January 8, 2016

Cookie: a poem

COOKIE

I never enjoyed a COOKIE so much the eternal dessert.

Lucky 21, but none was there, unlucky I came too late, but the taste

is still in my mouth.

I smacked my lips and smacked myself for thinking life would be forever.

We came to dine and knew it was mine.

Our booth a shrine.

Still life stood still, and our standing reservation seated us forever.

Our menu of life was signed by God and hence we’ll always

know how love is prepared.

Oh Ruth the truth is that nothing tastes as good as my memory of you.

How alone life can be without its first serving, how sad it can be to find it’s the

end.

Daniel William Concharty is a prolific poet and frequent contributor to Painted Brain News

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