My eyes were open
Brain was tired
Thought I will lost
everything desired
The goal was near
View seemed blurred
I was about to quit
When my nose picked
An aroma so tempting
That I couldn’t sit
My hands felt the warmth
Lips tasted sweet
It was a strong coffee
Whom I often meet
Oh! my dear coffee
You are the best
If you are beside me
We win every quest…
I really like the humor of this poem. The way it plays with expectations.
My love for coffee grew so much during this marathon that I actually wrote a poem for it hahaha btw thnx for reading and giving your comments Caitlin 😀 🙂