The Daily Grind

As coffee beans grind

Here comes a journey of the mind

The broken remnants

The worthwhile segments

The permanent stain

The here we go again

The coffee is brewed

It feels like a deja vu

Nothing ever changes

Like the hand that writes these pages

As though stuck in time

Glued to the same rhyme

When do words start to feel new?

Is it when true reality is open to view?

Sometimes life grinds me like coffee beans

Me and the bean may as well be in the same machine

Grinding and winding our way through the filter

We get shaken up and we are thrown out of kilter

As the coffee sits I add milk and cinnamon

What is put into me to smell like a little bit of heaven?

I pick up some doting from a man who cherishes me

A few kisses from the cherubims who are light and happy

Little cats come for petting and give me furry embraces

Each soul casts a little magic with smiley faces

Through the grind there are loving moments which aim to aid

To see through the monotonous daily grind that the mind made