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Marvelous at the Coffee Shop
I made it to the coffee shop today.
I'm old.
Pride sometimes pushes me
as much as the coffee.
Oh, well, got to get out.
The kids are all gone.
I'm not one to talk on the telephone.
Inside an elderly gent
with very white hair
asked me what I thought of politics.
I told him I read the papers religiously.
I watch the news.
I stared at him in amazement
as he went on about the waste and confusion
in our political scene.
Then I realized
it was all unreal.
We've ended in shame,
was his startling message.
I finished my coffee, saw light,
and didn't want to listen anymore.
He said "good-bye"
as I made it to the door.
On my way back home,
I realized that life was over.
So, I thought that was beautiful
as I reached my door.
I opened the door
and my home and life were gone.
This is how we end it all
with a stranger in the coffee shop
stating that your society existed
for good or ill.
I'm old.
Pride sometimes pushes me
as much as the coffee.
Oh, well, got to get out.
The kids are all gone.
I'm not one to talk on the telephone.
Inside an elderly gent
with very white hair
asked me what I thought of politics.
I told him I read the papers religiously.
I watch the news.
I stared at him in amazement
as he went on about the waste and confusion
in our political scene.
Then I realized
it was all unreal.
We've ended in shame,
was his startling message.
I finished my coffee, saw light,
and didn't want to listen anymore.
He said "good-bye"
as I made it to the door.
On my way back home,
I realized that life was over.
So, I thought that was beautiful
as I reached my door.
I opened the door
and my home and life were gone.
This is how we end it all
with a stranger in the coffee shop
stating that your society existed
for good or ill.
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Marvelous at the Coffee Shop
Marvelous at the Coffee Shop
