Slumber met an early death,
As I became aware,
Awakening to the aroma of,
Coffee everywhere.
The magic liquid piping hot,
Transforms the very soul.
Rejuvenates my mind as I awake,
And helps me to feel whole.
Some make it without this crutch,
And some may drink their tea.
But there is no substitute for this,
As coffee wins for me.
Though you can choose another drink,
The best choice you think for sure,
There isn\'t many morning ills,
That coffee can not cure.
(C) 2016 Edward York