Fresh cream and sugar on a piece of cake
why wait, why wait?
It crumbles after a day or so
this, we know
so should I take it in my mouth to savor
or let my mind and feelings waver?
The summer sun: warm and unafraid
she will be gone, soon as night takes over day
I cannot greet the silvery light
we must bask, indulgently, while it is bright.
However,
this bottle upon my shelf
grows in flavor and in wealth
with each day that passes
so it does not touch any crystal glasses.
Green sanctuary, sweet perfume
honeysuckle bloom
and fruit springs from the vine
should I just give it time?
Is 6 years or 64 far too late
why wait, why wait?
What is action, what is fate?
Why wait?
Why wait?