Pasta Again Poem by Eduardo T. Gonzalves

PASTA AGAIN

As always, it’s pasta night when the kid goes to play his sports
Pasta fuels the body intensely riveted to the gut

Energy brings the result that is what we want
To feel for him, for us, forever

Which is not to last, just like
The pasta goes after a couple of hours

Digested in a blink of a life
Down to the bridge of the last resort

And into the sea of remorse from which
I cannot see a return