Afternoon Tea Poem by Edwina Reizer

In afternoons I sip my tea
and wonder what will become of me?
I eat no crumpets and no scones
and try to warm my tired bones.

This afternoon respite I praise
on these lonely passing days.
For with each sip I swallow tears
because I miss the bygone years.

A bit of honey to sweeten the taste
as I reflect on all the trials I faced.
And with my afternoon tea all gone
I'll think about another dawn.

when all I'll have is my cup of tea
as I wonder what will become of me?