Return to Coffee

Now coffee’s back in hand and appetite.
For days it put me off – though hot and black,
my morning nectar wasn’t tasting right.
Now coffee’s back.

I’m old and hypertension could attack
my health. I thought I’d cut caffeine to fight
the creeping weakness and the healing slack.

But really, it was just post-nasal blight.
A cold beset me, old, and made me hack,
but I recovered. I regained delight,
now coffee’s back.

(Roundel)

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