The Smell Of Coffee Poem by Gert Strydom

The smell of coffee
that is boiling in the early morning
goes right through the room
and it reminds me of you,
that makes the most wonderful coffee.

It stands at work
and boils black in a machine
and I hear it gurgle
like a fountain
that wants to flow over.

I wonder if you
are getting coffee at that place,
or is it too healthy there
that they only stay
with fruit juice.

At times a person needs to be
silent over the things in life,
but I want to grab every day
and build a wonderful life
with you and make the very best of it.