I see them marching off to work,
encouragement clutched in hand,
their symbol of endurance grasped,
like a runner with the Olympic torch.
No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk,
drones scurrying off to drudgery,
from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup
sip quickly now – no time for talk.
A staple of the working day,
the fuel that runs the world,
the brown, crushed beans of sustenance,
– make mine a large latte!
© ceenoa
I was pleased when i found out that coffee is beneficial for my liver. Wonderful imagery in your poem, Claudette.
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Thanks Christine. it’s surely a good way to start the morning 🙂
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