One of the

Saddest sounds is

The scraping of

Utensils at the

Bottom of the

Pot or bowl

Because you know

Right then that

Whatever delectable feast

That you enjoyed

Is now nothing

More than memory

Remember you might

Recall you may

But no matter

How you try

You know that

No two pots

Of anything are

Ever really alike

So enjoy what

You can and

When you can

Until that is

There’s no more