Colin F. Jones

LIKE MARMALADE

The earth form is not formed yet
It is a cake still being made
My sandwich is not completed
Without some marmalade
And all that is not finished
Awaits a gravedigger’s spade

The new day has not formed yet
First the old day, it must fade
Lest the light by night is cheated
And the sun is lost in shade
And all that is not finished
Wastes like the marmalade.