Life Beyond White Bread

The doctor told me that I had to change my diet…not to eat white bread nor anything with high fructose corn syrup.  I remember thinking that life is not worth living without white bread.  But I’ve had to rethink that thought…for time has validated the doctor’s theory.  As I count the months until my 70th birthday…the little aches and pains are starting to take their toll. The ladder is harder to climb; the muscles no longer have the strength they once did, the endurance is no longer there. The 14-hour workdays are no longer possible.  I have to keep reminding myself of a brighter future…the beginning of another life and eternal life.

It seems so sad,

That white bread is bad,

And it makes me mad,

That I can’t eat just a tad.

Into my mouth I may not shove,

as I am forbidden that taste of,
nor do I dare even think of,

The white bread that I love.

So it makes me blue,

Just between me and you,

That a loaf or two,

I cannot chew.

Now that the years are not so few,

Time has proven it to be true.

That what once I found easy to do,

Now it seems is taboo.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for all the good times and good eats. I’m looking forward to an even better life...where white bread is on the menu.

Amen.