Coffee, that muddy nectar, so syrupy, so sweet
Makes us the perfect reflector, the perfect athlete
To run, to climb mountains, with victory assured
Bring us that essence, from God’s bounty secured
When sunlight beckons, and caution prevails
Eyes refusing to yield, such morning’s travails…
‘Tis but coffee, that gets us through the day
‘Tis coffee that best knows, how to make it less gray
For bonding, and meeting, and talking and tweeting
For people to feel, for a quick morning greeting
For cafes, and cubicles, and cages and carts
Coffee, that elixir, a balm for our hearts
Coffee is everywhere, that omnipresent cup, brewing
Mochas and lattes, espressos and plain, cappucinos, au lait,
There are a hundred types of coffee, all wooing, pursuing
Their target, their prey, unsuspecting, cliche….
Aigis Nalian 