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.
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’.