No Regrets
Set out did I intent to try
to make the perfect bagel,
I leafed through trees of recipes
examined every angle,
For months and years between my ears
I lived a baker’s toil,
Yet all these plans stayed from my hands
And not one bagel boiled;
Until said me, why must there be a single chosen way? Can’t I just bake when I awake one bagel every day? With soul now loosed I mass produced my favorite onion food, They may all not be perfect but at least they’re pretty good.
Until said me, why must there be a single chosen way? Can’t I just bake when I awake one bagel every day? With soul now loosed I mass produced my favorite onion food, They may all not be perfect but at least they’re pretty good.
