Mike Essig. Nice visuals here. I like this subject, unique but well written poem. There used to be a way when you could stand without moving, but that usually didn’t work to well, Especially when someone would come by and place an out of order sign hung over your nose. Huh? It happens, It really…..could happen.
Life is like one giant taste test. You come into this world, without any preconceived notion of taste. Then you have a taste of milk and it becomes your staple for the next sever months. Soon, after a few months, you start to get something that tastes a little lime something you’ve never had before. So it goes year after year, decade after decade.