I’ve always enjoyed a slice of pie

Very few have let me down

I’ve never knocked any new flavor or  style

And there was never an unfulfilling slice

Until a particular day

The day that everything seemed to have failed

That hopeless day where I had lost all faith

I had lost it all

I never thought that something could taste so dull, so gray

Or be so lifeless and disapproving

I truly believed there would never be a fair slice again

I saw an old man

I hardly resort to judgement

But he didn’t seem to have much

He sat next to me and gave quite possibly the best piece of advice I would ever hear

He quickly took notice of my slump

He said that no matter how terrible the pie may get

There will always be a better slice

Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you will have your golden slice

The slice that will take away all pain and fill me with life again

The final piece where you feel like you have it all

I haven’t had my golden slice yet

It will come, though

And I will never forget that day