Last time I write a downer or two...
Please keep me away from the sour taste of vinegar.
I hope never to suffer again from its effects on my tongue,
I choose instead the sweet taste of brown sugar.
When I think of my mid-afternoon ritual,
A smile is frozen on my face and it is a good thing.
Is that is what a joyous life is meant to be?
When I'm able to tap into its veins daily.
I am a common man; I don't have a fat Swiss bank account,
Or an overpowering castle built on a secluded hill.
My relief comes each afternoon at teatime
From one or two teaspoons of brown sugar
Sugar moderates the bitterness in my cup of green tea,
And what a difference that makes to me.
I get the greatest joy from the simplest thing,
And I apply this principle to all facets of my existence
Like the joy I receive from sharing this poem with you.
February 14 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
Rev 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem