I got three different chocolate bars
here on a plate at home.
One is with caramel for sure
and pretty soft I guess,
I'm going to leave this alone
or else I make a mess where I am now.

The other is of biscuit and of caramel
as well as the first one.
Looks better alltogether and will be
more fun to eat.

The last one now is of a creamy kind
with milk and all that stuff.
I save this one there, too,
for when the rough times come.

*Now here I stand:
nothing to eat cause all must be
untouched.
nothing in my sweet little hand
but thin blue air

a pair of borrowed shoes
and borrowed thoughts.

Alas, when the time comes
and frost will freeze the floor
I'll have three things;

Two chocolate bars of caramel,
a biscuit one,
and all the hope that brings me
through the winter,
where nothing will be done