The more things change ... the more they remain the same I guess!

Epitaph for a Jar of Honey

There was a man living a life
content and ordinary.
One day to his surprise
he received a jar full of magic honey.

A label on it simply said,
‘You are blessed with magic today.
To keep it sweet and unending
Just send some honey regularly its way’.

Now he was an ordinary man.
He did not believe in luck.
And like any ordinary person would,
he regarded the gift with mistrust.

At first taste, he loved it.
He dug in for some more.
The yielding jar joyously poured
Honey from its store.

The man enjoyed the honey to the bottom of his heart
but soon gave in to misgivings and serious doubt.

"How could I be so lucky?
The honey must be drugged.
It will make me behave wonky,
I'll look like a lovestruck schmuck.
Why is it pouring out so willingly?!
It must be a ruse.
So much honey
is surely more than I deserve."

The honey jar was sad,
didn’t know what to say.
It hurt to know that he thought of its giving
in such s belittling way.

So the jar did the only thing it could
to calm the man.
And stopped the honey from flowing
Faster than he could understand.

The sweetness getting lesser did not seem to help.
The man just went out of control and he yelled and yelled.
"Take off, get lost, I don’t want you honey
you won’t get my words, my heart or my money."

The honey jar was puzzled.
And worried for its life.
All it needed to keep going,
was a little honey to survive.

But the man did want the honey you see.
He really did not want to give the jar up.
He wanted to keep yielding its sweetness
Without the honey giving it involved.

Now every time the jar poured,
The flow stemmed and dried.
With no honey coming its way
The sweetness slowly died.

The man he got sadder,
But did not show what he felt.
Rigid to the end,
No honey he did send.