How long the time has been.
The aroma is so fragrant.
Thoughts and laughs are blending in.
.
Through the flavor of the leaves,
Hidden contents are revealed.
Though inside the painted glass,
Taste betrays against its will.
.
Potful after potful,
While the hours sneak away.
Struggles and life’s many woes,
With each sip no longer stay.
.
Though at first the tea is tasty.
Though it’s easily refilled.
It just can’t last forever.
The pouring soon is stilled.
.
The last cup is too bitter!
The last word is the same!
The teapot is now empty,
Till teatime comes again.
(Elise Reid)
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