Too Hot to Get Rid of Him!

In the back of my mind, he stays,
And I often shake my head to get rid of him.
Strong is the impact that leaves me crave more for him,
Then I try to reach out to him, but look away.
Hot and dark is he whom I must have,
For he helps me start my day.
A day will go tasteless without him,
As he keeps me awake all day long.
Like to hold him now and then,
And relax on a chair to take a deep breath.
His name is as hot as he is,
And by the way his name is coffee.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST