He measured out his life in coffee spoons;
real metal, perhaps even silver spoons.
What luxury, what decadence,
what profligate dissolution.
We his inheritors may try to measure
out our lives in neat subservience yet,
faced with plastic wands hollowed out,
subject to warp, bend, distort and melt
if left in polystyrene cups too long.
Can only sigh with regret
that spoons are no longer de rigeur.
Measuring out our lives in plastic wands:
Coffee spoons are so passé.
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