Janet Murray sent this poem. I don't know the author or title, but its message comes through clearly:
I have a new delightful friend, I'm almost in awe of her;
When we first met I was impressed, by her bizarre behavior.
That day I had a date with friends, we met to have some lunch;
Mae had come along with them, all in all ... a pleasant bunch.
When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches,
and soups;
Except for Mae who circumvented, and said, "Ice-cream, please. Two
scoops."
I was not sure my ears heard right, and the others were
aghast;
"Along with heated apple pie," Mae smiled, completely unabashed.
We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all
the time;
But when our orders were brought out, I did not enjoy mine.
I could not take my eyes off Mae, as her pie ala-mode went
down;
The other ladies showed dismay, they ate their lunches, and they frowned.
Well, the next time I went out to eat, I called and invited
Mae;
My lunch contained white tuna meat, she ordered a parfait.
I smiled when her dish I viewed, she asked if she amused me;
I answered, "Yes, you do, and you also do confuse me."
"How come you order rich desserts, when I feel I must be
sensible?"
She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, "I am tasting all that's
possible."
"I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I
should;
But life's so short, my friend, indeed, I hate missing out on something
good."
"This year I realized I was old," she grinned,
"I've not been this old before;
So, before I die, I've got to try, those things for years I have ignored."
"I've not smelled all the flowers yet, and too many books
I have not read;
There's more fudge sundaes to woof down, and kites to be flown overhead."
"There's many malls I have not shopped, I've not laughed
at all the jokes;
I've missed a lot of Broadway hits, and potato chips and cokes."
"I want to wade again in water, and feel ocean spray upon
my face;
Sit in a country church once more, and thank God for His grace."
"I want peanut butter every day, spread on my morning
toast;
I want un-timed long-distance calls, to the folks I love the most."
"I've not cried at all the movies yet, nor walked in the
morning rain;
I need to feel wind in my hair, I want to fall in love again."
"So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having
dinner;
If I should die before nightfall, you'd have to say I died a winner."
"That I missed out on nothing, that I had my heart's
desire;
That I had that final chocolate mousse, before my life expired."
With that, I called the waitress over, "I've changed my
mind, it seems;"
I said, "I want what she is having, only add some more
whipped-cream."