BREAKFAST LESSON

I ate an old egg this morning.
I didn't realize the sell-by date
until just before 
dropping it in the pan.

I imagine it's fitting
that I should honor
the value of an egg
past its prime-
especially after looking 
at the number of years
of my own existence.

I look in the mirror.
     Stand up straight.
     Comb your hair.


		Lucille Murphy