Heat Up the Pot

There are so many places in the world When high tea is served on a silver tray Where ladies would sit, their hair neatly curled And soft gentle words they were heard to say. Now they all hurry thru a coffee shop All shouting orders for a drink to go Where they barely take enough time to stop To have a word with someone they might know. When did people forget how to slow down And doors were open, ‘n words were shared With warm greetings, a smile, and not a frown And telling each other how much they cared? If there is a place where you still serve tea Please heat up a pot, and then invite me!