The Hour

An hour for coffee,

Late at night.

Some unwelcomed speeches,

And pitch dark skies.

An hour for tea,

Early in the day.

Some ungrateful 'thank-you's,

And fake smiles that line the way.

Blooming of the flowers,

Mid in the day.

Some undesirable efforts,

In the bright space of the happy and gay.

Ends the day; on the bed

At twilight,

The cycle will repeat itself again,

At the hour of midnight.