Tim Horton's

I'm off to Horton's! Where's my coat? Where's my gloves and hat I tote? Head to wind I walk the path with all my strength within God's wrath. Losing time I start to wander. 'Behold' the stars; their size I ponder. Getting close my feet relax. I gaze ahead. The wind it slacks. I reach the door and pull the handle. Air rushes out warm as a candle. The lights a-glare. There's several tables. I place my order and spread my fables. I take my seat and rest my coffee then raise it up. My arms like toffee. The sip is bitter but starts to quench. I swallow gently. My throat a-drench. I sit and rest. Half hour aside. Get up to leave. My hunger subside. I exit quick fresh with air. Head held high and head of hair. I'm headed home without goodbye's and at my back the other's eyes. I look ahead toward my home and move my feet and start to roam. I will come back and won't forget: I love Tim Horton's without regret.