LESSONS IN A SWEET

Some people like coffee, some just don’t.
One drowns it in cream, another wont.
He likes to take it dark, and plain, and strong;
She puts hers in a mug and sips it for so long.
Be it an espresso;
Or a creamy cappuccino,
Tell whatever story,
It’s still just coffee.

There’s nothing like an ice cream
On a scorching hot day.
It tastes like a dream:
One lick blows you away.
Some would take a chocolate,
But you prefer vanilla.
On no day would I hesitate
To settle for a mixture.
At this point, you can see:
It’s not that hard to figure;
Imagine what life would be
With only one flavour!

Creamy butterscotch and caramel:
Each kind of toffee rings a bell.
Whipped cream or fudge,
Milkshake or slush;
Each different taste, and feel and flavour,
Each separate entity and colour.
In ordinary life, it works the same.
No matter the label, no matter the name:
Black, white, yellow- or even purple;
We all got the red: we’re simply people.