“Echoes of Flavor”

In a bottle of ketchup, a tale of the past,

Memories flows, a river so vast.
Remembering the sweetness, in days long gone by,
When this condiment belonged, under the open sky.

Color of red, in the heart sweet delight,

Tastes sweet, from morning to night,
But now in a circle tray, they’re sweeter and bright,
While this condiment in shadows, not sharing their light.

In the seasonings world where flavors unite,

Ketchup's feeling blue in the red twilight;
Within the sweet taste, they’re not taste sour,
Where ketchup yearns that taste, but it feel so far.