A Poem About Tea.

I wrote a poem about tea. It's very strange. I haven't drunk tea since I was a little boy, I switched to drinking coffee which is far more addictive. I still enjoy tea but I can't stop drinking coffee.

'Another broken day,
Like a tea cup on a tray,
Shattered along the way.

Tea cup upon a hill,
Tea cup buried in sand,
Away from life,
Detained from truth.
Inanimate,
Lifeless object,
Tea cup be thou mine.
Fill to brim with liquid drink,
A warming for my soul.'

I also wrote something else, a special little thing I like to call 1842.

'Sets a smile to my face,
And my heart to a race,
Still months after we said okay.

I look back at the date,
See that it’s pretty late,
But still see that it’s all okay.

The time passed on through,
Since we said, ‘how’d you do?’
Yet everything is still okay.

I’ve come to accept,
What I used to regret,
And know that things come to end.

But to look back and grin,
At the times thick and thin,
Is a sign that we’re where we should be.'