Aromas - Poem by George Hunter
Did you ever think that when you smell something good
Like roasting coffee or cedar wood
Or baking bread or sweet perfume
That actual molecules are floating around the room?
That very fact has got me to thinking
It also applies to things that are stinking.
Like dead dogs and people passing gas
And other things that are very crass.
All giving off a particulate smell
Which I could do without very well.
I hate to think of scents such as those
Going into my lungs and up my nose.
Life is full of that kind of duality
Heaven-Hell, love-hate, kindness-brutality.
It’s just the balance of nature and that’s a fact
To keep everything even along the track.
Best not to think of that stuff, my friend
‘Cause it will all even out in the end.
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