Life, Death, and Pringles.

Life's Humble Comfort

Life, oh what a mystery,
A winding path we walk, we see.
From birth until our final breath,
Our journey to death is a dance with death.

Yet amidst this cycle of existence,
We find comfort in a humble substance,
A chip so simple, yet so divine,
The Pringle, its taste so fine.

But why this snack, so thin and light,
Is so beloved, remains out of sight.
Perhaps because, like life and death,
It's fleeting, gone with a single breath.

Or maybe it's the shape it takes,
Like a tube, a passage through which we make,
A reminder that we must go through,
Life's ups and downs to come out anew.

So let us savor each Pringle bite,
And contemplate our mortal plight.
For in this snack, we may just find,
A message that transcends the mind.

In the end, life and death are one,
A journey that we must undergo, it's done.
But as we walk this path unknown,
Let us enjoy the Pringles we have shown.

The crunch and crisp of every chip,
Brings joy and comfort to our trip.
And though our fate we cannot bend,
We can enjoy this snack until the end.