MY FAVORITE SANDWICH

In the heart of my youth, under the sun's golden band,

Lived a simple delight, held gently in hand.

An egg sandwich, so humble, yet bold in its taste,

Every bite a sweet memory, none ever to waste.

The bread, soft and tender, a cloud in my grip,

Held treasures within, on a nostalgic trip.

The eggs, boiled to perfection, a delicate dance,

In the kitchen of childhood, given a chance.

A dash of salt, a hint of spice,

Made that egg sandwich incredibly nice.

The mayo's cool tang, the lettuce so crisp,

Each flavor in harmony, none ever to miss.

Beneath the old oak, or by the blue sea,

That egg sandwich was a constant for me.

A symbol of youth, of days free and wild,

The favorite snack of a carefree child.

Now years have passed, under the moon's gentle watch,

But the memory remains, without a single botch.

Of sunny afternoons, and an egg sandwich's charm,

A memory held close, a talisman from harm.

So here's to the egg sandwich, simple and true,

A tribute to childhood, a flavor I knew.

In every bite, a moment reborn,

A taste of the past, in the heart, it is worn.