Taste buds

Proverbs 18:1 

18 One who has isolated himself seeks his own desires;
he rejects all sound judgment.

 

 

Taste

 

Taste buds directed by me ... poured out to my own liking

through habit and tradition ... I formed them into blocks

Stacked one on another ... in my own appreciation

seldom to experiment ... deeply chained and locked

 

What goes in must come out ... what a great misgiving

What comes out most of the time ... already resided here

Depravity my boy ... did not travel from the outside

but was a part of me ... in my birthright’s atmosphere

 

Am I a happy camper ... in my little one-man tent?

Surrounded by RV’s and folks in search of comfort

Am I where I ought to be ... in my chosen camping

or did I just choose isolation ... that I can ill afford?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
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