Brewing
Each year, some slips away;
I’m just not that upset,
but I’m not that old yet,
if truth be told.
At some point down the road,
it maybe catches up;
for now I’ll pour a cup,
but not too bold.
Ideas still pour in;
I write them while they’re hot.
The downside of this thought:
my coffee’s cold.
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An Abhanga: 6x-6a-6a-4x
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