A Certain Type of Pie

All my life I’ve had to eat

A certain type of pie

The one that most of us hate to eat:

Not apple crumble or Blueberry tart:

No,  the pie we all hate to eat is called

Humble pie and sooner or later

each of us are invited to

 taste its bitter flavor.

Yes sooner or later most of us,

Blah di blah

But why does it keep coming

To my table and insisting

That I partake of its sharp taste.

I recall the words of the poet

Who said the answer to certain

Questions was blowing in the wind

Yes, the answer may well be blowing in the wind

And shining from the stars

And dancing on the crest of a wave

And so I smile and revert to

Silence.