I have
a new delightful friend,
I
am most in awe of her.
When
we first met I was impressed,
By
her bizarre behavior.
That
day I had a date with friends,
We
met to have some lunch.
Mae
had come along with them,
All
in all ... a pleasant bunch.
When
the menus were presented,
We
ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups.
Except
for Mae who circumvented,
And
said, Ice Cream, please: two scoops.
I was
not sure my ears heard right,
And
the others were aghast.
Along
with heated apple pie,
Mae
added, completely unabashed.
We
tried to act quite nonchalant,
As
if people did this all the time.
But
when our orders were brought out,
I
did not enjoy mine.
I could
not take my eyes off Mae,
As
her pie a-la-mode went down.
The
other ladies showed dismay,
They
ate their lunches silently, and frowned.
Well,
the next time I went out to eat,
I
called and invited Mae.
My
lunch contained white tuna meat,
She
ordered an ice cream sundae.
I smiled
when her dish I viewed,
And
she asked if she amused me.
I
answered, Yes, you do,
But
also you confuse me.
How
come you order rich desserts,
When
I feel I must be sensible?
She
laughed and said, with wanton mirth,
I
am tasting all that's possible.
I try
to eat the food I need,
And
do the things I should.
But
life's so short, my friend, indeed,
I
hate missing out on something good.
This
year I realized how old I was,
She
grinned, I've not been this old before.
So,
before I die, I've got to try,
Those
things for years I had ignored.
I've
not smelled all the flowers yet,
There's
too many books I have not read.
There's
more fudge sundaes to wolf down,
And
kites to be flown overhead.
There
are many malls I have not shopped,
I've
not laughed at all the jokes.
I've
missed a lot of Broadway Hits,
And
potato chips and cokes.
I want
to wade again in water,
And
feel ocean spray upon my face.
Sit
in a country church once more,
And
thank God for It's grace.
I want
peanut butter every day,
Spread
on my morning toast.
I
want un-timed long-distance calls,
To
the folks I love the most.
I've
not cried at all the movies yet,
Nor
walked in the morning rain.
I
need to feel wind in my hair,
I
want to fall in love again.
So,
if I choose to have dessert,
Instead
of having dinner.
Then
should I die before night fall,
I'd
say I died a winner.
Because
I missed out on nothing,
I
filled my heart's desire.
I
had that final ice cream sundae,
Before
my life expired.
With
that, I called the waitress over,
I've
changed my mind, it seems.
I
said, I want what she is having,
Only
add some more whipped-cream!