Over a cup of tea, on a day trudging along
with a few muddled thoughts and vestiges of a song,
I rush rush rush, just about getting by,
when out of nowhere in my minds eye,
flashes the face of a friend long lost.
A forgotten name, thoughts not crossed
for many many years. Hidden, gathering dust
like the crevices of a marble bust
sitting in a library of memories,
full of yellowing leaves of bookish trees.
The face is warm like my cup'o'tea
the smile roguish, winking at me
The day of rush, power charged
Stops, smiles, and warms the heart.
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