Morning Coffee Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson

I love my cup of coffee in the morning.
Drinking it while droopy eyed and yawning
Connecting through the Internet
To Poemhunter, the best site yet.

Checking out my own home page.
See if my writings all the rage.
Those e-mails that say it all,
Read the comment, make the call.

Words come tumbling from my brain,
Life will never be the same.
Before I used to write for me,
Now I write for all to see.

Not that I always get it right.
Sometimes rubbish, is what I write.
But hopefully, just now and then,
Something good comes from my ‘pen’,

Poems, stories, novels too
I’ll do them all before I’m through.
Maybe even write a song,
Hope P-H will sing along.

I’ve so much more inside my head,
I’d love to write it, before I’m dead.
But if by chance, I don’t succeed.
I hope at least, I’ve planted a seed.