A Mishmash Not Too Different From Potatoes Poem by Kale Beaudry

Bounds at last and freedom cut
with choices done and wishes made
as if a million up-aboves are looking on,
pushing me down, their fire saved,
giving me the subtlety of charm and bond -
not the time to cast away
a second, third, fourth, and fifth chance
at truly finding love at a second, third,
fourth, and fifth sight.
But whom?
The endless now are possibilities in scope;
so confused in my choice of words,
words of choice that could be worse -
strike out third and I'll rejoice!