Soupy Wisdom.

Many a mile I have traveled and I've met many a fork on the road. But not one spoon came to me while I sat on those dusty forked roads holding in my hands yet another bowl of bean soup. As I gazed into the bowl, a lonesome bean floated to the top and in that bean I saw my entire life as it flashed before my eyes. At last, I understood the meaning of everything.

It was in that slip of time when I realized (in retrospect) -I should have been eating chicken soup.




Carol Brown ©