Forty or more years ago, I was just flour
A pile of charming, inert wheat dust.
Then I came into contact with the leaven of this world-
passion, drama, love, joy, achievement, failure
friendship, betrayal, beauty, ugliness-
not to mention the incredibly stupid things I either said or did--
these were all the bubbles that helped me to rise.
Baked in the fire of adversity and struggle (that in retrospect really wasn't so adverse or daunting as faced by many),
I now am complete and valued.
With a very appealing and useful crust.