They make you remember what used to be;
a time when time meant nothing
When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect
a little rough around the edges
and raw where it counts
They are self-centered
yet generous to a fault
They are the beginning of life
and the end of life
all in one swift motion
Lily's eggs over easy can be hard to swallow
like a bad lie told by an angel
They are the stuff dreams are made of
and the only reason
to wake up
Howard Camner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lily-s-eggs-over-easy/
