Smell The Coffee Poem by Dorsey Baker

Smell The Coffee



The old man his head
So cotton picking white
Determined to live
In the past
Remembrance
Of what he calls!
The good old days

His mind is closed
The door is tightly shut
The future is knocking
But he stubbornly
Refuses to let it come in

It's a new normal
A brave new
Generation of people
Standing up to
Images and illusions
That no longer
Make sense

And the old man he must!
Accept the fact
That the times have changed
It's a brand new morning
A brand new
Sun has arisen!
The old man cannot
Just keep sleeping
He has got to
Wake up and smell the coffee!

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