Why, Oh Why Do I Let My Coffee Go Cold?

A moment of reflection…

By Rosalind Ho (Canva.com)

The coffee always came hot

But often, I consumed it cold

I watched, pondered, and thought

It was none other than my fault

Having a chat

Solving a spat

Mind asunder

To prevent a blunder

Failing to rest

When put to the test

Looking at news

As if one is on cue

Time flies

I suddenly realize

My $8 coffee has gone cold

Nonetheless, I gulped in one go

Another lovely moment misspent

It will not happen again, I quietly vent.

(Poetry from a restless soul)