There we were sitting at the table,
My wife and I,
Just chatting drinking our coffee,
When suddenly applause rang out.
I looked across at another table
And a young couple sat there,
The smile from the young lady was infectious.
She was clapping,
Happiness shone from her face,
And all around her.
I smiled at her,
She smiled back, so happy,
So obviously in love
With the man sitting across from her.
I wonder what he said to her
That created such a wondrous reaction,
It was a joy to behold.
The thought did come to me though
It was the first time that I had been applauded,
Just for drinking my coffee.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My wife and I often go to a coffee bar and I see many things there that I have written about, mainly concerning small children but this time it was different. It was a young married couple sitting quite near to us. She started clapping and smiling, I smiled at her and she acknowledged me. As they left she said to us "My husband has just told me something wonderful." Hence this poem and the Johnny Mathis song.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
What a cheering write - warmed me up on another cold morning.
Thank you Michael, yes it was a wonderful moment seen in life.
A fine write Gold. I saw children with their parents at a Primary School Fair. Their eyes and faces lit up!
Thank you Orchi.
No not you - me clip now fixed.
Your well penned poem reminded me that it is the little things in life that make life worth living! And also that we can find beauty and happiness everywhere. Thank you, Goldfinch!
My Pleasure Fred, yes the little things we see in life are wonderful.
A happy poem full of warmth, good way to start my morning
Thank you WL, they were so very happy it was infectious to all.
I'd like to catch your coffee-drinking act sometime, if it draws applause like that! Great observation of a happy event, Goldie.
Thanks Louis.
There is no real skill in it I am sure all could be skillful at it.
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