My Coffee Cup
My husband got a coffee cup
Two decades plus ago,
A birthday gift from neighbors
That we didn’t really know.
It had a saying which implied
That getting older’s good.
My husband wouldn’t use it
And I knew he never would.
So it became the one I used
Though it was not my style.
I figured I’d replace it
With a new one in a while.
But years went by and every day
I used that coffee cup
Until this morning when, at last,
Its time on earth was up.
For somehow as I stretched my arm
To grab it from its hook,
I knocked it down and noticed
Smithereens with just one look.
I swept the shards and smiled,
Wond’ring why it took so long
To get rid of something in my life
Which didn’t quite belong.
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