Coffee

Who took my coffee jar? Coffee crystals are glistening. They are not good for my heart. Morning coffee perks me up. It smells better than it tastes. Brown surface promises new beginning of a new day. Have an another cup, crystals are glimmering. Don't drink it, warns my heart. Coffee is promising, when it touches my taste buds. Just one cup in the morning soon after sunrise. It's new day, new dawn. Just one mug, warns my heart. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 3/25/2009