At the start of my day,
during the time I'm in dismay,
I love to drink a cup of coffee.
It has become almost a ritual,
more or less down right habitual.
I look forward to coffee drinking,
the same as I do my pen inking.

I love sugar and creme,
to fulfill my coffee dream.
I love laughing, smiling
and feeling good.
A nice cup of coffee wakes me
to the start of this mood.

I plan to wake in a state of joy,
even as evil tries to destroy.
I know this is part fantasy,
no such animal in ecstasy.
Knowing,
is like the wind blowing.
There's no control of the wind,
not even where it will end.

A good cup of coffee is my start,
along with a plan of joy in my heart.
Maybe if we start with a good thought,
an ending plan won't be nought.
We're all just human sources,
at times no control over lifes forces.
At times we do control down and up,
it begins with my coffee cup.

G