Monday, September 6, 2010

A poem which will be explained later

One cup of coffee contains four calories
Lest you add milk, in which case it's sixteen,
And while dietitians say to be lean
Means cutting back on confectioneries
I fail to see the connection as a sun
Of my choosing ascends to its high rim
While the birches and banyans become limned
In the layers of conscience -- until the dun
Of evening comes and only coffee remains,
Brewed blackness as my sun tromps home not too late.
What is it with our obsession with weight,
Image? and that stress! our self-imposed bane?
I prefer simpler things, at sunrise and set;
One cup of coffee contains happiness.

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