Coffee
Coffee
Can one survive on coffee and coffee alone?
Secrets are shared, coffee; the keystone.
Coffee is a beverage that opens your soul.
You can drink it sitting or while on a stroll.
Coffee brings people together.
Drinking this glorious elixir, helps us to remember.
As we remeniss, as we share.
Coffee again, in the mug is there.
It warms you on a cold winters day.
Coffee, it always finds a way.
Is there ever to much?
Has coffee become my own crutch?
My vice, it's deliciousness, coffee!
While I drink it I write, it's for me!!
Coffee is a main staple.
Coffee, without it I'm unable-
to focus, to communicate.
Coffee helps me to disseminate.
My words flow, my mind clear.
When my cup of coffee always near.
I know that when I feel low,
I can pour coffee into my cup,
my thoughts flow.
It helps me remember my mom,
she loved coffee too.
An addiction, an affliction.
It brings me closer to you.
They say that coffee is bad.
With this in mind, it makes me mad.
"Limit the intake", my husband always enunciates.
But I feel he doesn't understand,
I rely on coffee, it substantiates-
every word, every image,
my soul begs for it.
Everything I envisage.
I just LOVE COFFEE!
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