C'Est La Vie - Poem by Valerie Dohren
Had my fill
of the almost empty pot –
the residuum is tasteless,
and the staff of life
dried and moulded a long time ago
leaving me hungry.
Still, there remains a generous dollop
of cynicism on my plate
which suits my palate
especially for the evening meal.
C’est la vie …..
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