My noontime tea steeps dark and red.
It’s set aside for work and school,
Forgotten ‘til it’s time for bed.
It’s midterms week that lies ahead,
So students flock here, as a rule.
My noontime tea steeps dark and red.
It sits in waiting as I tread,
The surface glinting like a jewel,
Forgotten ‘til it’s time for bed.
The questions students ask can thread
A tapestry from just a spool.
My noontime tea steeps dark and red.
When I glance up, the time has fled.
I’ve shirked my homework, like a fool—
Forgotten ‘til it’s time for bed.
My tea’s there when the room is dead.
I drink it strong, and sweet, and cool.
My noontime tea steeps dark and red,
Forgotten ‘til it’s time for bed.