The Reinvention of Cake

By

Berry Michel

I’ve often wondered if I would die young or old

Would I be loved or out in the cold

Would I be missed or forgotten soon

Would I leave this earth under the sun or the moon

Would I leave this place for better or worse

Knowing this would come with no need to rehearse

One I thing I know for sure, whether I leave rich or poor

I would have lived life to the fullest wanting nothing more

My last words will hit the mark, the landing will surely stick

Let the heavens rejoice because “I’m finally out this bitch.”