We want the cake intact,

We want the cake intact,
our own name emblazoned
on it in stuff sweet enough
to eat and when that one’s
gone there’s another
in the cupboard on a shelf

Call that shelf your future hopes
keep it stacked with what looks like
you may want it someday then
that day comes and there it is
or a blank space shows
lack of thought in years gone by

It’s not a defense for today’s
lacks that you never thought
of future needs back there
when life spilled in such largesse
you thought it would stay that way
you never thought of yourself
thin and needy with the shelves
all bare and no love knocking at the door

The rush of goods stops
you’re left with what
washed up onto the shelves
looking through random assortment
to see whether there’s enough
to call it a life