I had another idea, but I think this poem sums it up better.
The Egg
By: Dicky Bird's Nest
Jacky Luetschwager
Big or little,
brown, green
and everything in between,
a shell will hold an egg together.
Poached, fried,
boiled or scrambled
over easy or sunny side up.
Every egg will end up cracked
and that my friends is a fact.
Without a few cracks
a rotten egg is what you'll be
a good egg, one you can eat
undgoes these changes you see.
In brokenness you may endure
coddling or whipping,
but change will happen thats for sure
a little cracking you won't be skipping.
Blesssings from Ringle, Wisconsin.
What poetic words to sum up change. You always have a way with words. Janice
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ReplyDeleteCathy
Ha! Love it!! A light-hearted rhyme but one that packs a very deep and timeless message of truth. ~Robin~
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem, you have a talent with words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blog
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