Morning’s cup of tea: A poem 

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A cup of milk, tea and sugar 

steeps my morning with vigour 

To bask in smile for a while 

before I run my day’s mile 

The hue of its mellow brown 

distances me from an undesirable frown 

I can never feel let down 

Every sip is with delight bound 

In the cold of winter and heat of summer 

I always have it on a simmer 

Unlocks stimulation without doubt 

A delectable gush; flush in the mouth 

But as I glance through the news 

disdain creeps through my mind’s pews 

Fallen virtue, ravaged humanity 

is simply not my cup of tea 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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