What would you do
If you knew
You had an expiry date?
Like a loaf of bread,
Or a block of butter.
It’s amusing that you
That time works differently
Than a breadbox.
It’s a shame
To let your heart go stale,
To let your dreams become rancid,
When you are such a delicious possibility.
I hate to see good stuff fill the compost
Before it could be fully savoured.
Wilful waste makes woeful want.