Let’s imagine for a minute

That life is a loaf of bread:

Soft, warm, and inviting

When you first come out of the oven



In time, however

It gets a little stale

Not so fluffy as it was in the beginning

It gets a little rough around the edges



It can get a little blue here and there

And in time, if you let it sit too long

Those little parasites will grow

Until there is nothing good left



But let’s not be too rash

Don’t toss it in the trash

No, not just yet

There’s something you can do, so don’t you fret



You have a chance

To make your loaf

Something amazing

What can your loaf bring?



Break it down

Into tiny little bits

Toss away your blues

But keep the misfits



Everything that is good

Is what makes it yours

The crust, the heal,

The unique little pores



Spread it all out

Within your pan

Draw it out

As long as you can



Don’t forget

To add some spice

Make it taste

The way you like



Pop it in the oven

And let them bask

Make them warm and toasty

Make them last



What was once a dull mass

Is now a bunch

Of quirky little bits

With lots of crunch



Why waste away

As a stale loaf of bread

When you could be croutons

Everybody likes croutons