Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2020
Those dark ground beans
So flavorful and rich
Take it black, or with sugar and cream
It doesn’t matter which.

I drink it in the morning
As I watch the sun rise.
There seems to be some balance
Dark, steaming coffee and beautiful, blue skies

With my coffee in the morning
We plan out my day
Coffee and I discuss the job before me
And decide the best plan, the best way

Coffee punctuates my day
At the beginning and the end
In the morning I drink several cups
And say hello to a good friend

In the evening I prepare a fresh ***
And continue an established trend
For tomorrow we will rise and plan
Another day and tasks to tend.
Written by
Mike Brubaker  55/M/Minnesota
(55/M/Minnesota)   
55
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems