Coffee Parlour, Reason #2

I sat forlorn on that rickety rocking chair Watching the sun-set though not faster, than my falling hair; The newspaper I had memorized, had nothing left to do, The laughter club seemed a farce, my boredom was nothing new Gone were those days when beer befriended blows I had become more sublime in tackling lows Even a bypass now brought chuckles; Forget leather gloves, wrinkles touched my knuckles Built a house, caressed her to a smile, and made them walk; I am now a machine, just living by the clock I admired my hands, which had delivered so much Then, they held their own and now, they held a crutch She left me when she died They left me and I cried One was fate; the other, a choice My questions remained unanswered As only I, heard my voice I had heard new blood in the bus the other day Said at 5..... lets meet at Cafe Coffee Day! Coffee, I realized had now moved out of homes.... A chill in my bent spine, prompted action in my withering bones Why not, lets try.....Its not that far I entered to see new life - abuzz, ablush The tables were tiny, and the couches plush Chitter- Chatter inside, Pitter-Patter outside, Seemed that perfect day, when with my friends I was happy & gay Memories rushed back as I perched myself on one couch; Sought a soother with just 50 in my pouch Caffeine, I needed more than ever; In my heart I wanted to cherish life forever Coffee it was that would bring me peace; Coffee it was that would give the moment ---a new lease.