A gift from the Gods
Seeds not pods
Red Ethiopian berry
Stone fruit like a cherry
Maybe Yemen grown
Mountainside or Mocha port as home
Washed and dried then fire roasted
Tumbled round and perfectly toasted
Ground and boiled and placed in urn
Or percolated so it doesn’t burn
Maybe Keurig, or maybe drip
Doesn’t matter, I’ll have a sip
Might be black or soft brown with cream
Almost better than a dream
Slightly sweetened to me is the best
But I don’t turn up my nose at the rest
In a porcelain cup warming my hand
It warms my soul as well, Oh Man!
A baser admission (I don’t mean to stoop)
Coffee also helps me poop
Brings new life to every day
A few moments of calm to sip and pray
Energizing, Antioxidizing,
A little too much and my blood pressure is rising
A warm cup of Java is hard to beat
Now my praise of coffee is complete
