The Tiramisu

At the end of the day, the tired soul returned home

and flopped on an easy chair,

drained, exhausted and demoralised,

it fixed life with a dirty glare.

 

Life saw the sour expression and gauging the situation,

sneaked in to the pantry to whip up a bit of a treat.

The coffee dipped savoiardi biscuits were layered with mascapone,

and whisked with liquor, cocoa and a touch of sweet.

 

Soul took a tentative bite, jumped up with delight

and asked ‘what is this? A payoff in Italian style?’

Life slyly smiled, considered for a while and said,

‘No, it’s a ‘pick me up’, to make your living worthwhile’.