Adam's Diet

“Adams Diet”

By

R.M. Walters

Two people not yet met on the sea of fate,
Victims of the apple Adam ate,
Search blindly toward their destinies
Beneath God’s surveillance of their tendencies.

It’s called love, this they seek,
And lust sometimes, if into the garden they peek.
A venture with esthetics when plod they on,
Nearing the goal as childhood is gone.

Until time has passed a short distance,
And they have made their remittance,
to adulthood’s passionate flame,
Each then is taken to another name,
When colliding in this mood of stress,
Which is then called marital happiness.

Eventually giving birth to another dove,
Who must cast about blindly for it’s love,
Set quickly to sail upon the sea of fate,
Another victim of the apple Adam ate.