Sixteenth poem
I love delicious tea
with tags of hope
and fun for me
that help to cope
on days I’m not free
to just say nope.
It was a nope
when without tea
I couldn’t cope
and inside me
was shrinking hope
for I could be free.
I yearn to be free
and void their nope,
bold on tea,
that helps me cope
for who would expect me
to give up on hope.
But is that hope
what makes me free
what if it’s nope
does my tea
which helps me cope
lie to me
But inside me
I know my hope
isn’t in my tea
but in my heart. Nope,
the tea is free
from duty to help me cope.
For I’ll always cope
and you’ll see me
manifest hope
completely free
of anything, so nope,
I cannot blame the tea.
So with tea I may cope
but my hope is just me
I choose free over nope