Just desserts

Everyone stirs their own puddingWe add our hopes and secret sinsOur joy, our sorrow, bittersweetBest enjoyed slowly With the tiniest of spoonsEveryone stirs their own pudding With a pinch of our dearest dreams Will there be subtle aftertaste Or just afterthought When only the dish remainsEveryone stirs their own puddingFor each will bring a lifetime’s pain Hoping for the sweetest rewardNo poisoned chalice When we reach our journey’s end

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