Tea Bag

You could say I'm always late to tea time

I set the kettle to boil

Grab simple green bags

Sit down in comfort of my deed

Spans of work pleasure and rest

All time passed the tea brewed

Steam to warm to cool

It watched me

Without the warm of my soul

Cooling to the point where I couldn't save

For the green sank at the hopes

I would soon arrive.

 

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