Start The Day

coffee cup

You grab the first cup quickly
Is it the aroma or the taste
You tap your foot while waiting
Quickly, not a moment to waste.

Is it simply a routine we follow
Or an addiction we never face
Whatever the real reason might be
We grab that sip and feel a race.

Coffee, java, cuppa or just mud
Some like it and then some don’t
Some drink one and then move on
Many sit it down, loyal ones won’t.

I just know that I enjoy my cup
I don’t have to have it, I say
But as this image seems to show
If it’s ready, don’t get in my way.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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One Response to Start The Day

  1. As I lay in bed at 5am, the first words I say are: “I can’t wait to have my cup of coffee.” Then I stagger out of bed, paddle down the stairs, grab my mug and pour my morning elixir. The sun rises and I am happy. 🙂

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