The morning coffee..

It's a new day today..

And I wonder on a coffee cup,

Who'll you be this day..

The coffee hot in the new white cup,

Will you wear the same smile as yesterday..

Will you hide behind it again..

Or will you feign a temper like you sometimes do..

And stomp away..

A new mask each day..

And my coffee sits unwanted on the table,

Which one today..

It loses its warmth , cold coffee on the table,

Someday..

Will you come to me without a face on your head..

Or..

Will you ever be the you, I know you are instead..

Oh! the coffee has gone cold,

Untasted , untouched, forlorn,

It goes down the drain,

Gotta make some again,

"Hey...Good morning, honey..

It's a new day today..."