The bitter, acidic tang of the coffee Hits my mouth, mingling with The sweetness of the sugar I put in it I sip moderately, and drink deeply Of the cup of life, filled with Strong coffee, cream, and sugar With bittersweet notes displaying The bittersweet labors of the producers Fully encapsulated in the flavor The flavor is the nectar of life With notes of the beneficence Of an existence marked by toils I wonder who they had in mind When they grew the coffee And a seperate team Refined the sugar I wonder who this world is for Is it us, or those who come After us, those with palates ready To taste the finest coffee?