just a taste

I am greedy
for happiness

in a rush
to clear my plate
of sorrow

while trying
to save
room
for a dessert
of delight
I eagerly swallow
ugliness
despair
worry

longing for ambrosia
I often
take in an abundance
of evil
in anticipation
of reward

too tired
too full
of cares
to care
I frequently
wind up
foregoing pleasure
leaving it
for another day