It All Comes Down to Cheese
©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson
When everything is said and done,
it all comes down to cheese.
Will you take it? Can you leave it?
Does it bring you to your knees?
Is it elemental pleasure,
your “always and forever”?
Can you savor other flavors
when it’s gone? __Sometimes or __Never
No matter how it’s portioned out,
are you left wanting more?
Would a meal be worse than worthless
if cheese moseyed out the door?
Will you make friends with other tastes
or does the cheese thing own you?
If you were king, would losing cheese
deflate…defeat…dethrone you?
In short, does your food game need cheese
to earn a winning score?
Should one thing hold such power in life?
And yes, this poem’s a metaphor.
The message: Do not place your joy
for life in one (cheese) basket.
Then, when that cheeseless moment comes,
you’ll probably outlast it.
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If this poem resonates with you, you might also enjoy reading my poem, Grandma Said.
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Tags: acceptance, cheese, discontent, flexibility, gratitude, happiness, letting go, life, survival
