At times it's hard to eulogize
The trough of lukewarm oatmeal
Stretching off to the horizon
In this desert of no other choices
The secret to life is to enjoy the taste
And see to it that life's special things
Line up along the edge within reach
Of the trough at which daily we must eat
If our dreams lie toward another horizon
Where different stars rise and set
We are doomed to frustration and death
Learning to live is learning to accept
What's the point of saying you don't like oatmeal?
If you clear your mind of resentment
You may find peace and only then be able to find
The surprising joy of true satisfaction
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