CUP OF COFFEE
A sip of coffee,
Immediately wakes.
It’s a close companion,
with the tired and breaks.
Is it the taste,
or is it the scent,
Announces each morning,
wide-eyed intent.
Choices are plentiful,
Columbian is rich.
A morning without some,
brings an irritable twitch.
Many disciples,
require more than just one.
To prevent their eyelids,
from weighing a tonne.
Personalized combinations,
of sugar and cream.
Adjust the taste,
and prevent a new dream.
For many disciples,
it’s not even a choice.
Since a cup of coffee,
wakes up their voice.
by tree.cards
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