Morning Cup of Coffee
First substance of the day, a good morning fuel
adjustments begin for readiness to make hay
every sip makes the eyes clearer.
Its hot sensation makes the mind more alert
and dresses the body with full preparedness
That familiar scent, suits up mental faculty
its bitter taste begins a sweet motion to work
Little sugar, little milk,
hoping the day’s cycle is also spiced a little.
Traveling the mug gently from table to lips
stimulates schedules calculation running in thoughts.
Its steam running up into the nose,
each gulp begging for the next
With or without accessories, breakfast is served.
The day has started, a fresh new race
and the whistle is blown when the last sip is taken.
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