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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