Sipping Coffee

Once a week, on a Friday I have the most delightful way I escape from all household chores When Friday comes, I shut all the doors To trouble and woe, Then off I go. I take Friday slow, And savour every second Because I know That Father Time will beckon And the time will pass too fast, I don't mind, If the weather rains or shines, It will be fine for me. On Fridays, I feel free. I spend hours in a cosy cafe. I reserve a window seat. I have lunch there every Friday. It is a tasty treat. Their coffee is the best, That I have ever tasted. And would stand up to any test. And not a drop is wasted. I love sipping my coffee, And watching people as they pass. It's like I can see the world more clearly. As I quietly sipped coffee behind the glass.