Some half-lived lives are merely egg-white omelettes <br />without a yolk to make a sunny side, <br />and those who make no plays cannot be Hamlets, <br />or Yoricks pointing out who may have died. <br /> <br /> <br />Inspired by a cartoon in the New Yorker of May 26,2003 with the caption: “My whole life stretches out before me as a series of egg-white omelettes.” <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />5/24/03<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/egg-white-omelettes/
