Casserole

There are good 
days and bad 
and a whole 
lotta in betwens
that blend together 
like some kind 
of baked casserole 
using up remains 
of something else 
we seem to 
remember when first 
we tasted it 
but as meals
go so does
much of life 
eventually becoming leftovers 
and then goulash 
dreams become reality 
feeding the hordes