[Editor’s Note: This is the 12th in a series of poems from “Body Parts,” Dr. Janet Hoult’s collection of poetry about aging.]
Wasted Tasters
Nothing tastes quite like it used to
The meat or the vegetable stew
The desserts once so sweet
Now are so hard to eat
I limit myself to a few…
Their sweetness is overly cloying
Indeed, it’s become quite annoying
And yet I don’t cease
To eat one more piece
Of that cake without really enjoying…
Our taste buds are duller and wasted
On foods that cry out to be tasted
And savored with flair.
Yet not giving a care
We eat turkey that’s heavily basted.
With butter and spices of all kinds
Herbs, oranges and lemonlime rinds
The calories climb
But we don’t seem to mind
When it all ends up on our behinds.
Ms. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com
