The teapot is now full.
How long the time has been.
The aroma is so fragrant.
Thoughts and laughs are blending in.

Through the flavor of the leaves,
Hidden contents are revealed.
Though inside the painted glass,
Taste betrays against its will.
Potful after potful,
While the hours sneak away.
Struggles and life’s many woes,
With each sip no longer stay.

Though at first the tea is tasty.
Though it’s easily refilled.
It just can’t last forever.
The pouring soon is stilled.

The last cup is too bitter!
The last word is the same!
The teapot is now empty,
Till teatime comes again.