I sing my eulogy woefully,
For summer and fall.
All the beautiful fruit the seasons bring,
I cannot eat at all.

Nature is a great artist,
Pastel shades from summer, in the fall
Turn to orange, yellow, red when ripe.
I would like to gather a basket,
Select carefully one of each type.
I can look and enjoy their beauty,
I can wish with all my might,
But I cannot swallow a single bite.

I bemoan my fate,
That brought me to this misadventure,
There is no bone in my jaw,
That will hold up any denture.

There still remains hope in my heart,
That the most modern dental art,
Will come up with something new and good,
That enables me to enjoy my food!

©Gerta Freeman - February 7, 2010