Since my youngest years I have always left my final sweet alone
And hope that it admires the randomness of my gesture
This also applies to confectionary that falls from my grasp
In my view these sweets have escaped and are now free
Quite often I pick up sea shells on the beaches near my home
I consider that I am rescuing them from the winter storms
There are now thousands of refugees in my coastal house
But at least I am now at peace