Charles Hancock

Twenty Fifteen - Poem by Charles Hancock

I was relishing my morning caffeine
On the first day of twenty fifteen
The day felt akin to the one past
More coffee? she quietly asked

I thought about it, then gave her a wink
She turned and walked towards the sink
The wood stove was slowly warming the room
A stack of wood is ready for it to consume

Went to bed when the night was young
Way before the proverbial fat lady sung
The thrill of watching the ball drop
Is about as fun as doing a belly flop

Looking forward to the Rose Parade
Enjoy watching the bands promenade
Just a quite morning with my bride
Sipping cafe' noir by my side

Maybe later we'll decide to go out
Or possibly stay home and bum about
No matter what we end up doing
It'll have to wait; more java is brewing

Topic(s) of this poem: new year

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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