Tea With a Hatter

She drank life by the tea cup full,

Sometimes too fast

Taking in too much,

Burning her tongue,

Sometimes too slow

So that by the time She finished,

It had grown lukewarm

And eventually cold.

Waiting too long or

Not long enough

Before taking a sip

Or regretfully a gulp.

But she took it in

Trying her best to sit up straight,

With a smile on her face

Even when the tea became bitter,

And the party grew sparse.

-t.r.p.

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