It came to her attention
That people are like food
They come in different flavors,
Like sweet or salted rude.
They may be boiled bitter,
Or smooth and light as cream,
Robust and red and hearty,
Or dry and tough and lean.
Some laugh like spilling honey,
Some scramble in their haste.
Others have unpleasant looks
That do not match their taste.
She learned to test each flavor,
And keep an open mind,
Not to pick a few she liked
And leave the rest behind.
Though she might choke on heartache,
And swallowing goodbye,
She’ll never find new favorites
If she won’t dare to try.

– s. Clark