If desolation had a flavor,
It would be that of coffee.
Stains smiles, burns the throat,
Strong, dark, and bitter.

A touch of cream makes it lighter
A spoonful of sugar, sweeter-
Palatable, should I allow
Today to be brighter.

Alas, some days go without such
And while the black coffee isn't much,
I swallow, to better bear with bitter sorrow
I choose to drink today, in hopes of a better 'morrow.