The Restaurant of Life – A Poem

This is the restaurant of life

Outside of time and space.

The waitress’ name is Destiny

And the chef’s name is Fate.

They serve starters of school,

And entrees of careers.

You can order through the Free Will app

And you pay in years.

For dessert you get some grandchildren,

With some wisdom and regret.

And whether you’re ready or not,

The Grim Reaper brings the check.

And thats the restaurant of life,

A statistical anomaly,

And you can never come back,

For we have a strict YOLO policy.


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