a loving jar - full

pickled onions
once sweet to taste
have turned bitter
and the jar
has gone to waste
love's nature, i guess
is to preserve what's good
and practise lifting the spoon
from the jar
to the mouth,
i find peace sometimes
in my solitary pursuits
literature, poetry
and eating pickled produce
and something i have always
been keen to practise
is to love your spirit
as a tasty titbit
so if your preserve
is too rotten
to be enjoyed any longer
then take faith in your heart
that there'll soon be another
but like the proverbial
pickles, rotting in the jar
or the beats of your rhyme
and rhythm of the heart
they'll only keep for so many months
before you'll be thinking of replacing
your pickled produce.