If I were a prisoner, my last meal would be
what I had eaten just before my incarceration
--- because it would taste of the freedom outside.
If I were a poet, my last meal would be
a bowl of moonlight and a bottle of sunshine
--- because at least I will be carrying
a part of life with me as I die.
If I were a pilot, my last meal would be
spaghetti and meatballs,
or whatever is cooked by my wife
--- because these occassions are hard to come by.
If I were me, my last meal would be
anything but rice, why?
--- because I've been eating
that for all of my life.
Created: Mar 03, 2014Casri13 Document Media