some pierce the pie in hunger's name
their hands steady but their hearts tame
others gaze at the piece, frozen still
waiting for the world to bend its will
the crust breaks, secrets spill to the plate
but who will taste before it’s too late
to raise the fork or let it rest
a choice that measures life’s test
one hungers with a fire burning inside
the other watches, letting time decide
between effort’s sweat and sloth’s reply
who truly savors the gift of the pie
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A great message contained in this pie of a poem. I wonder who will savor its meaning. There are those that do and those that expect to be taken care of. Those that turn nature in their favor and those that expect entitlement. Nature serves the pie and she is just. A fave Gray
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