Choices

Choices.

Wandering down the cereal aisle

Is not the same as pondering pages of wine

In a castle in Putten,

If only all choices were so sweet,

So drunkenly sweet at this.

Choices of dorado, lamb or pheasant,

Of chocolates, cream or cakes,

We should be so lucky to have such choices.

Choices

Of which brand of ecstasy, of luxury.

Let us forget work and toil, 

Only sweetness and sunshine.