Ode To My Coffee Cup
It was in a thrift shop where we met,
You were sitting on a shelf,
And I was passing through,
I was in need of a coffee cup,
And you were in need of a home,
And over the years you became
My friendly comfort zone.
It's early morning when I get up,
I'll go and get my coffee cup,
And after the morning coffee's brewed
I'm usually good the whole day through,
There is no place I'd rather be,
Than in the morning calm,
With just my coffee cup and me.
I love those quiet hours before the crack of dawn,
The peace and quiet is a special time,
To activate my poetic mind,
And when I sit and write with my cup by my side,
It gives me a feeling of poetic pride,
And after the morning sun comes up,
I'm ready to refill my coffee cup.
Copyright © Don Pettinelli | Year Posted 2017
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