Egg-White Omelettes Poem by gershon hepner

Egg-White Omelettes

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Some half-lived lives are merely egg-white omelettes
without a yolk to make a sunny side,
and those who make no plays cannot be Hamlets,
or Yoricks pointing out who may have died.


Inspired by a cartoon in the New Yorker of May 26,2003 with the caption: “My whole life stretches out before me as a series of egg-white omelettes.”



5/24/03

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