Why is it that invariably
My cherished cup of morning coffee
Get cold before the last drop I can savor
I want to enjoy the rich aroma, the earthy flavor
Of the dark roast coffee I have sourced with care
How the coffee goes from steaming hot to lukewarm, I am unaware
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Mornings are busy, sometimes chaotic too
There are many things on my plate to do
In order to leave home timely and not get late
Sipping on my hot coffee is the only thing that can wait
So I set up cup down in between sips to complete various chores
Each time I do that, the coffee loses its heat some more
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I start with a steaming cup, the first sip towards caffeination
Energizes me, attacks my habit of procrastination
As the morning progresses, the cherished cup neglected lies
I have not finished my morning cup- by the time this I realize
The coffee has most certainly got cold
I finish it off in a single gulp- truth be told
There is nothing more I would like than preparing a fresh cup of joe
But at the moment on available time I’m running low..
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On weekends, it seems I can finally drink
A hot cup of coffee without bringing it to the brink
Of getting cold- but there are other things that catch my attention
And the coffee still gets cold despite my sincere intention..
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Someday from the daily grind I shall be free
And be able to finish a hot cup of coffee
Without interruptions, without letting it get cold
While watching a picturesque sunrise unfold
Passion...unbridled 