Sipping Coffee
King Midas cannot compare with an abundance of gold
Such earthly treasure ground, roasted and lo and behold
Blessed from the ancient merchants of the Africa’s and the East
It is more than a suave sip, for mortals are drawn to a feast
Of an aroma that cascades and hits all the right notes
Served on the world’s climates, iced, chilled, warm - a hot roast one dotes
That occasionally makes the heart skip a beat
The bold bitter brown elixir tingles one’s feet
Surely, we are bestowed such pleasures to alleviate strife
Craving that one sip and revelling in our short worldly life
Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2024
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