Good Advice on the Road to Life
Each and every day, it seemed, our Doris and friend Mabel
kept each other in good humor, even at the table.
They did dig in, chow down, tuck in, with heartfelt gusty zeal,
chocolate brownies topped with nuts garnishing their meal.
Their love of crunchy chocolate items helped to make their days.
Relief from feeling glum would follow each choc’late au’lait.
For many of life’s ups and downs, the smallest little treat
would help these friends give a smile when life’s ills could them defeat.
Their choc’late treats, while small in size, were vast in yummy pleasure.
For when the two would partake, t’was friendship that they’d measure.
So chew they could and chew they would – no one could deny them.
Crunchy chocolate, freely chosen ‘ere would satisfy them.
But as years passed, they each would have visits to the dentist,
at times returning home with less teeth than what they went with.
These were such small frustrations, they would remind each other.
Tiny little odd concerns, so hardly any bother.
Compared to all the other things that might in life go wrong,
a cap or three, a tooth or two seemed to them a like song.
They thought to bring some comfort in a way a bit uncouth,
by saying that there’s little wrong, in fact, it’s just a tooth.
Compared to chronic illness, or to being comatose,
simply loosing most your teeth was only one more small dose
of life’s mini-misadventures that everyone lives through.
Being still alive, we so gladly pay that little due.
To prove their hearty outlook, the friends like to laugh out loud.
Their dinner time companions agree humor is allowed.
So one night Mabel and Ms. D with care walked down the hall
arriving at the correct time with fun good cheer for all.
They had a very pleasant meal, grilled salmon and some rice.
Fine food requiring little chewing, everything was nice.
Then a superb dessert was set before them at their place,
a challenge to their chewing teeth, a moment to embrace
the aroma and the sight of the loveliest reward:
before them lay in glory one more choc’late brownie scored.
They’d decided many times to throw caution to the wind.
Now in life, in dinner, in friendship, they would just dig-in.
It’s hard to know the cost paid by their bite and then their pride.
It truly doesn’t matter; they would simply re-decide
to remember the advice of friendship long and able.
So Doris could say to her friend, ‘It’s just a tooth, Mabel.’