Oh, i always seem to love
The day after I make coffee
And warm up yesterdayss coffee
To finish out the pot
Sometimes you get it so hot
That you can't even grab the cup
Sometimes you get it so strong
THat you can't drink the sstuff
But you always seem to do it
Because you don't want to waste
The coffee that you made
Just the day before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem