For forty four years now <br /> <br />Each morning I woke up <br /> <br />I go straight to prepare <br /> <br />A cup of coffee for my wife <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It's a ritual that I do <br /> <br />For forty four years <br /> <br />Not that she asks for it <br />But it's what I love to do <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Love is what commands me <br /> <br />To lit a kettle to boil a water <br /> <br />For she likes it when its so hot <br /> <br />A coffee she drinks quite early <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Suddenly, now that it's our anniversary <br /> <br />I do the thing I 've been doing ever since <br /> <br />We got married for forty four years back <br /> <br />Yet for the first time I am told just so today <br /> <br />That the coffee I served her now tasted bad<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-told/
