Oh For Silence

Oh for Silence

Oh for a moment of silence,
but ne’er it is meant to be
For upon my plate there sits
The greens I loathe to eat.
Bitter is the taste
And more than that below.
“Good for me,” you say it is,
Though the texture makes me choke.
“How long can this be good?”
“But for your illness this is food,”
“The time”......
“is up to you”....