“persistence of passion”

It’s futile as burning
a birthday candle.
The fuse is short,
as time enough
to make that wish.
My advice is that
if a slice of cake
is set before you,
don’t pick at it.
Stick your fork in
and eat the thing.
"You’ll never be served a second
slice until you finish your first,"
is what your mother
always said.
So don’t waste time
dabbing at the frosting.
Dig in and shovel it in
your waiting mouth.
If you can, eat until you can’t.
and if you can’t, eat until you can.
Passion will not persist
unless you make it.

narrative poem written on 12-20-2011 by: on mattkane.com
view image of poem

SHARE THIS POEM!

- Remove line breaks