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Old Tea Bag

Such pleasure it gives yet thrown away believe me it will happen to us all one day, the only way out sadly is not alive the secret being when in; how to survive, my place of abode the teapot nice and round in it one needs to ready the journey bound, to leave one’s comfort zone mashed and up the spout there’s always a way when need’s be; to get out! © Harry J Horsman 2014

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/3/2015 6:27:00 PM

G'day Harry... being a tea drinker it has never occurred to me that a tea bag could be turned into a poem, but you've proved me wrong with this little classic - thanks mate - Lindsay

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/26/2014 9:13:00 PM

Came back here to say I hope you had a great Xmas and I look forward to more of your poetry in the new year!! Luv, Andrea

Robert Lindley

Date: 9/15/2014 6:44:00 AM

Yes, life is so much like that isn't it. I have drank tea all my life. Ice cold sweet tea served with a slice of lemon but with a twist-- in my 20's I started drinking it either unsweetened or sweetened lightly with honey. Enjoyed the thought provoking write my friend!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/5/2014 9:10:00 PM

Had to come back here again, and tell you how much I liked this one. You are so clever, Harry!!

Bl Devnath

Date: 9/5/2014 1:14:00 PM

Wow! it's a metaphysical poem bears the hardest truth of leaving external body in this world. We love our body and give comfort to it but there is indeed a way to leave but that way is unknown. Excellently done with excellent style. Thanks for stopping by on my poem. Loved always,my lovely friend,bl

Paul Callus

Date: 9/5/2014 12:43:00 PM

I'm afraid once we're past our sell-by date or when there is no more need for us, we'll get the old tea bag treatment! Let's hope that before that happens we would have given pleasure to those who merit it! // paul

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/5/2014 12:20:00 PM

"the only way out sadly is not alive the secret being when in; how to survive"...Isn't that the truth..The tea bag did not have a chance though or did it..It ended up in the ocean..Thanks for the visit to my page..I appreciate you stopping by..Sara

Monterey Sirak

Date: 9/5/2014 8:03:00 AM

Such truth and wisdom here. Love the teapot reference. When I am too stressed, I stop what I am doing, wherever I am, put one hand on my hip, stick the other arm out, and start reciting "I'm a little teapot short and stout...tip me over and pour me out" I can't help going into fits of giggles and it releases the stress.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 9/3/2014 11:20:00 PM

You hit the nail on the head with this one! Great write!

Chuck Melugin

Date: 9/3/2014 8:24:00 PM

Only an amazing poet can take an old tea bag and turn it into a pouch of diamonds! Pure art, harry, My best, chuck

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/3/2014 5:55:00 PM

ha!! a fun metaphor, my friend. It's always a treat to see you here, Harry.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 9/3/2014 11:38:00 AM

oh yes, love this it just flows so well and there is a lot that can be read into it excellent xx

Tim Ryerson

Date: 9/3/2014 11:19:00 AM

First of all, thank you SO much for your very kind comment, secondly I LOVE this clever and humorous poem! I'm sure you remember the days when the 'experts' claimed that coffee and tea were harmful to one's health; now they say it's good for you! It is loaded with anti-oxidants which help prevent cancer and other illnesses! I dump 8 family-size bags in my coffee pot and let it brew for at least 20 minutes and---BOTTOMS UP (Is there such a thing as a tea-aholic?) From: Tim the Tea-Totaler

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/3/2014 11:12:00 AM

Dear Harry, No one can argue with your message. Truly, there is only "one way out." I think my shelf life is reaching its expiration date. Your poem is thought provoking and well penned. Love, Carolyn

Tim Ryerson
Date: 9/3/2014 11:35:00 AM

Hi Carolyn! I clicked the 'like' button on your comment and I have no IDEA where it went...I think it's lost. Care to help me find it? If it means I like YOU well, as Ewmer Fudd would say: I weally wike you VEWY much Carowyn and dat's de twuth...