The Ugly Apple
A poem
You sit there on the supermarket shelf
with your bruises, discoloration, and imperfections.
No one wants to buy an imperfect apple.
Then, one day, someone picks you up,
they carry you home.
You think it is your lucky day,
you have finally been chosen.
You are good enough!
Your skin is washed, and you are put away.
You languish in a bowl on the counter
while all the other apples are selected.
They are eaten and enjoyed.
You patiently await your turn
for the day when you will fulfill your life’s purpose.
While you wait, you rot.
Every day, you become uglier.
Certainly, no one will want you now.
Then, one day, it happens.
They tear into you,
you are more delicious than you ever dreamed.
You have always been good enough to eat,
it just took the right person to see it.
