​Coffee

I haven’t posted any unserious poems lately. Here’s a reminder to enjoy life ☕.

Coffee

Coffee brew, made of beans and dew,
When you sip the swilling few drops,
Entraps the tongue with bitter hue—

Oh sweet, fragrant drops of heaven.

Coffee lures the restful weak,
To lift eyelids; work till morning peak.
But too late—oh coffee brew!
Regretful drift, I fall asleep.

Created by me: Penguinsareangry