A taste of honeyed cakes and tea
at the end of a tasteless day
sweetens the taste buds on my tongue
like honey suckle in May.
And all the tastes that cover it up
have affected my appetite.
For the thought of repressing what I love
is bitterness in every bite.
And what is it that brings to me
too sharp a taste to swallow?
Accompany my every footstep.
For you will see if you follow
that innocence and sincerity
are too hard anymore to find.
Only in the youngest faces I see
is there clarity in the mind.
Memory will take us back
to the time when all was sweet.
When every morsel of life itself
was filled with an everyday treat.
And if you can find this anymore
I will follow where you go.
Maybe there is a place of milk and honey
to sweeten the bitterness I know.
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