I thought I’d end the day on a light note and show you guys a poem dedicated to a beautiful drink. And for anyone who who doesn’t know what a Tim Horton’s is (no, not the hockey player), then I should advise you to take the nearest flight over to Canada and buy yourself a double-double. I know that this isn’t my best work but I thought I’d share it anyway. Enjoy.
To Coffee, the drink of gods!
Oh Coffee, you golden brown elixir of life,
I’ve seen the way you energize these tired
bones like a legion of batteries fighting
their way into every fiber of my body,
and don’t think that I haven’t noticed the way
you fend off the minions of Sleep, or the way
you battle the soldiers of Fatigue to allow this
mind to wander the land of soon-to-be’s;
to that place where your sweet bitterness
entices this virgin tongue to dream of
unknown lands just waiting, begging to be
discovered in that tiny, quaint paper cup,
and when that heavenly substance finally
enter the long awaiting throat, a truly
magical moment occurs, a time where
all of life’s wonders and awe are realized.
But sometimes I find old friends
saying that you are not the majestic
knight in shining armor that I know
you are; they call not friend but fiend!
And there may be some truth to it,
for you have stained my teeth an old
book brown, and made these hands
shake and jitter like an used car motor
But I still forgive you, my dear friend Coffee;
for life has no flavor if I live without thee.