If you don’t mind I’d like to finish the soup
To the very last drop
Can I have more bread to mop it up?
I came to dinner late you see
It was my own mistake (I do procrastinate)
So I don’t know if can make it to the main course
Much less dessert
So let me finish my soup
And savor it, relish it
Get the most I can out of it
Soup is good, it feeds the soul
(I may not even need much more)
So let me finish my soup
Who knows if I will ever taste the fruit
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've just discovered this, Sonya, and really enjoyed it. Hmmm, this works on all sorts nof levels, I think - I'll puzzle over it for ages now. N