perfect cup of coffee

poetry

This poem is written through the eyes of a modern age working woman who has it all but yet doesn’t seem to appreciate it. In the juggle of her life, she manages it all but doesn’t seem to get the perfection the world desires. Yet, in her imperfections, she achieves it all, only to realize that there is nothing called a PERFECT LIFE!

Life is messy,
Life is odd;
Life is never the perfect one,
Be it rain or be it shine. 

You clean your home,
You dust your floor;
You see a pair of socks,
Lying behind the door. 

You get up early,
To be on time;
And you end up
Being late for your meeting!

You pack your lunch,
In the most fashionable way;
You make it seem balanced,
To make your heart content;
And then you forget to take your lunch!

You plan your Sunday,
To make it a ME day.
You have guests at home;
And you forget about your ME day!


You pester, you ponder,
You struggle hard to find an answer;
“When would i get, my cup, 
of a perfect coffee?”

You are struck 
By the thought of a coffee.
You unwind, rebound, make your mind think.

You were late for the meeting 
But you nailed it with your words!
You have an untidy pair of socks
But you cleaned the rest of it all!
You forgot your lunch
But your maid thoughtfully sent it to your office!
You didn’t get to have your ME time
But you relaxed with fun gossips with your friends!

You aren’t the perfect soul.
Your's isn’t the perfect life.
You are a perfect blend,
Of all things imperfect.
You are that perfect cup of coffee
That keeps you alive and kicking!