coffee steaming, in ceramic cup.
eyes cast down, toward pine boarded floor.

i breath in and then exhale.
the coffee then passes my lips.

i sigh once and then once more.
stolidly, continue to study the splintered floor.

struggling to surmise.
the reason for the sadness in your eyes.

the problem in a nutshell,being at the age
of just about four.
you have no idea of the score  or even,
how to play...