Caramel Macchiato Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.
Caramel Macchiato
Life is like coffee
and we, like coffee beans.
But even if we're ground,
stamped into shape,
and drained
to our last
dark
drop,
We're still loved
for the bitterness
we've known all our lives,
And they still spoil us
with milk and vanilla syrup
and laces of sweet caramel
Even when we've not asked
or voiced a single plea
for even a tiny bit
of their affections.
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