Just A Cup

Just a poem about a cup with some feelings.

I am just a cup

They fill me with coffee

They fill me with tea

Never asking what i may feel

The bright morning sun 

Delighted to see them

As I help them wake up

The dark misty night

Delighted their here 

Helping them sleep

I am just a cup

They fill me with coffee

They fill me with tea

Never asking what I may feel

Sorrowful darkness

Packed with others

See through and clear

My colors don’t change

I am opaque 

And color of pearl

I am just a cup

They fill me with coffee

They fill me with tea

Never asking what I may feel

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Actually, I never spoke to cups unless I was in my cups.