Over cooked coffee



The clock slowly unwinds on the day.

You will arise and make my coffee

and I, always grumpy, will drink it and watch the news and complain.

You will say Yes Dear and read your Sports and not hear what I say

and then we will both

go Away.

When we return at the end of the day, I, always grumpy,

will complain and you will go to bed and I

will sit and be bitter

and dark like

coffee left too long on brew.