The night is old and the day is gone
Full of stress to dusk from the dawn.
Giving it up, you’re letting all go.
All the pain, not letting them show.
You need a friend, you need an ear
listening to your joys and your fears
But you’re alone, no one’s beside
no friendly souls to secrets confide.
You’re strong, you will say
to yourself day after day.
And every night, you will say
The stars are still out today.
But still you know, deep deep down
You can still bring yourself back around.
When times are tough and you’re down
You just need tea to bring you back around.
All those drinks that you could consume
Milk for the morning, coffee for noon.
But none could like a nice cuppa could
Drag you out from the depths it could.
The night is young, the day is new
Joy be plenty and stress is few
Tea at day and at noon and night
All the things be beautiful and bright.
This is a poem, for I say it is so
But it maybe not, i really don’t know
I have yet to drink, I need my tea
Feeling tired, it’s so hard to see.