#438 A piece of cake

There sat atop a china plate

of spotless white and bathed in light

behind the glass and to my right

as I walked down the street one night

a single piece of chocolate cake

It stood alone as did I too

The sliced confection in my view

was teasing me as cakes will do

Without a doubt, I swear it knew

My every thought, make no mistake

So helpless I could hardly move

I took a step as if to prove

the way ahead was mine to take

then took one back, for goodness sake!

It had me held, that devilishly

naughty little piece of cake

And there I stood till darker still

the night became. Against my will

my hands remained glued to the sill

It grew much colder. I felt ill

My frozen limbs began to shake

The hypothermia set in

My blood was slowing deep within

The days had passed and I was thin

I knew my fate and couldn't win

Paralysed from toe to chin

I fell and slept and did not wake

Amused, a step o'er me did take

a braver soul, who sought to make

a purchase of the piece of cake

and promptly did and ate it too

though how I haven't got a clue

Remember this, I ask of you

Throughout this world are people who

can't seem to try, or act or do

and even while it seems seems to you

their obstacles are none or few,

the things of which short work you make,

to someone else, they might not be

a piece of cake