The last bits on the plate, the tastiest remnants of a fine meal,

Song coming to an end, passed the solo, final chords, let them resonate, sounds so sweet,

Snippets of that last dream, as the images and feelings slip into the ether,

Night gives way to the dawn of a new day, light pours in, filtered, unrelenting,

Allow yourself the special, joyful magic of the last bits,

Don’t resist rather, relish in those moments, extra thankful, absolutely positively fully present, until the last little bit is finally gone,

Let us not long or be sad, instead rather fully spent,

Grateful for every last bit,

GOOD.

Addendum…”…Chickita China the Chinese Chicken, you have a drumstick and your brain stops ticking, watching X-Files with no lights on, we’re ‘da la maison’, I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one, Like Harrison Ford I’m feeling frantic, like Sting I’m tantric, like Snickers guaranteed to satisfy…” – Snippet of the lyrics as I recall them from song One Week, by Canadian iconic band BNL.