The Old Man and the Tea
I see the old man Every single day. Before the sun arrives; While the street lights in faded yellow He's always in that same place Alone. Under that one white light, That fights the realm of darkness; Like the lone strong warrior to A once glorious kingdom. I'd walk by him every morning, And even if it is just a glance I see It seems like I know him; More than what he seems to be It's the smell that attracts. The magic Of fresh boiling tea, The aroma tries and fights Like a loyal page in battle. Oft I'd pass by him in the afternoon And I peek into his life. The powder begins to settle Boiling for long in the kettle It starts to mix in well; Like the bond between the buyers, As the sugar gets dissolved The laughter and crowd shows A win of approval To a well blend of perfection. I catch a glimpse of him in the evenings, The powder has settled for long. And the tea is stronger, Much like the company around. The old men from the ancient sho...