Poet Posts

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?