And now, the Pie is near…


Cometh the man
Cometh the hour
Cometh the unexpected custard pie
That is beautiful
To the eye
Of the beholder.
I am now older
And now…
And now…
With each and every
Passing second
I am the oldest
(In age)
That I have ever
And reckoned on a scale
Of nought to infinity
I am still way down there at the low end
Though I can see that the scale
Only goes from nought to about one hundred
So, when reckoned thus
Perhaps I am already on the last bus
To the terminus
With a one-way ticket


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