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Tea in a Wooden Teacup - Feb. 18, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 18, 2025
  • 1 min read

if these tea leaves and this

wooden cup knew each other

from a forest in India, I think

the leaves would speak first

as they bathed in the boiling water

 

“it’s a small world meeting you here

but we all know how this goes

my life will be over in 10 – 15 minutes

and you’ll be duty bound to dirty lips

and gossip for the rest of your

stained life

 

if I may ask, would you rather change

places, make the quick sacrifice like me

or continue a slow death in service to man”

 

let’s not waste these moments

getting philosophical my friend

and enjoy our short time together

 

and I’ve gathered this from those lips

in their less gossipy moments

 

a long life feels just as brief

as one that took one breath

 
 
 

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