Blame it on the Vicodin…
An Ode to Teeth
In the ignorance of youth
I may have overlooked the tooth.
Naivety and pride convinced me
They’d be always at my side.
Affixed to bone and hard as stone
They’d function, be it hock or hide.
And yet, this faith I’ve always known
Has, in their absence, been belied.
My eyes and nose, I’d shower with praise.
My tongue, I’d genuflect for days.
Astounded by their power, I sensed
They held dominion o’er my face.
Yet toothless, these extremities
Will tempt and tease, but cease to please.
It’s true – I’ve learned my gift of taste
Would vanish, less my pearly gates.
So to their Patron Saint, I pray
To let me bite just one more day.
In turn, I’ll never underrate
The magnitude they all convey.
Oh, flashing whites! Oh, gnashing wreath!
My greatest strength, my rock, my teeth!
What pleasures have been put in reach,
What beauty in the gift of speech!
My gratitude I e’er bequeath:
Thanks to you all, thanks to you each!