I could never write poetry. My friend Jeremy sent me this poem.
I do not think I could survive
Without my daily cup
Of Coffee’s sweet and bitter call
Most needed to wake up.
Without my fix, I’m in a haze;
I can’t respond or ask
The simplest query, however small,
Looms a frightening task.
But when my lips Caffeine kisses
To satiate the lust,
Mind and body bend to her spell
Surely as all I trust.
O Elixir of Morning Consciousness!
Was Europe ever awake —
Before the Turks shared the secret
Of how this drink to make?