Hurrying here and there
Too busy to pay attention
Coffee cup in my hand prepared
By a stranger paid to care
Going to the office so familiar
Dreading what the day may bring
Thinking of mowing the yard
If there is fair weather
After working through the day
Getting ready now to go
Grabbing that old cup again
To get more coffee on my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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