Lettuce is green,
Bacon is red,
She put some extra on his bread.
Lilacs are violet,
He sees them bloom.
Scenes from the past and a song start to loom:
…”How do they rise up?”…
All their lives have gone to waste.
His BLT now lost its taste.
With the song in his head he wanders away,
It’s always the same, on that one special day.