Drinking Coffee While Reading Milton

A thought on life over morning coffee.

The scent of Eden rises from my cup--
I slowly sip the liquid Java brew;
a caffeine fix is needed now while up
the River Styx there rows another crew.
So let me see about the dividends
of classics for the roving mind to know,
another sip of Maxwell House, it sends
a message in a bottle far below.
White china holds the morning drink secure
as issues from expulsion's tale is told;
along the trails of hardship we endure--
the labor, pain, a sweaty brow and cold.
One coffee bean that's picked from distant fields
arrives to searchers purchased at a cost;
ah, it is to drink this drink, coffee yields
eye's opening while paradise is lost.

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[imawriter]

I'd rather have hot chocolate or mocha than coffee, but if you replaced coffe with either one of those, the point would be the same :) Yessss I love this poem!