Ode to coffee

There’s no bottom to its murky depth
No end its ribbony aroma
I swear it gives me living breath
And revives me from my coma

Alas! There’s not enough of it
In my one and lonely cup
I search in vain for the final bit
But nothing’s left to conjure up

And now I read there’s fear of drought
To wither up the smallest sprout
No plants, no beans, just wretched doubt
My stash of coffee’s running out

1 thought on “Ode to coffee

  1. Well, you’re just going to have to try switching to something stronger.  Delightful poem, thanks for sharing, be sure to bring it to Poetry Club.

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