Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Our time is but short and all turns to rust
One day is boom and the next one is bust
A moment of wonder then one of disgust
It’s not always fair and it’s never quite just
But if ever you falter do this to adjust
Embrace simple pleasures, be ever robust
In closing words I’d say my main thrust
Is that once every day we should make pie a must
Take it on faith and accept it in trust
I prefer mine with a warm flakey crust
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