Chocolate

When I reach for that truffle, why do I wilt?
What fills that bliss with such heartburn and guilt?
I venture this finding, although some are not sold;
It isn’t the chocolate, it’s just that I’m old!

Chocolate’s not evil as some people say.
It is God-given succor when you’ve had a bad day!
No worry for young folks with years yet to live here,
But moderation is better for old folks I fear.

For the old can’t eat chocolate at night before sleep,
Only by morning, then just once a week!
They can smell it at bedtime, but never partake,
Lest their heartburn reflux and it keeps them awake!

Though a feast would fulfill, they must nibble and taste
Or that gold-foiled entree will end up on their waist!
Gone are the days of the trencherman glutton,
The elders are wise, but their buttons won’t button!

The virtues of chocolate outweigh any harm,
That is, if you’re young, so here’s the alarm:
Listen close to old wisdom and never forget,
"Eat well while you’re young child, or die with regrets!"