Coffee's CallingA Poem by Richard M'Reserved' sign on Table One, so crave that morning sun, to get out, to get about, debating whose turn to shout. When we meet it's a weekly scene of what we've done, and where we've been. Coffee's calling, it's such a creed, but way beyond simple need. Coffee sets for a brighter day, meeting friends in that little cafe. People come, people go some we meet, others we know, sipping coffee on the go they fade into the day. I love watching people in the street, rushing by on busy feet, they come to talk, to stop awhile, their various lifestyles. We've been meeting since I can't remember when, and a lot has happened from there and then. Thursdays seems to be the day, when all seriousness goes astray. Through the years a friendship rare, in help, support they're always there. Catching up the weekly news, and what's a week without a joke or two. Her beautiful smiling face, just a happy, friendly place. I saw a dog, now my day's complete, looking expectant at their master's feet. Sunny days, raining too, that coffee maybe home delivery, but will always gets through. © 2024 Richard MReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 17, 2024 Last Updated on December 18, 2024 AuthorRichard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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