TEA TIME WITH MARY
Come, my friend, and have a seat,
We’ll chat and share a pot of tea.
There’s coffee, if you prefer,
Either one is fine with me.
We have so much to talk about
when we sit around the table.
As with cabbages and kings,
some is fact and some is fable.
“Do you remember?” “I don’t recall.”
“It was in winter” “No, it was fall!”
“I was sad to see them go.”
“Where they went, we’ll never know.”
As with our youth, the time has passed.
The tea has cooled and shadows cast.
The time flies swiftly now as then,
I wonder when we’ll meet again.
Until next time,
Mary Nolan Brown