*And Then The Cookie Crumbled"
I hold a cup of tea, a book of poems
and a plate of cookies
ginger cookies, garnished with sugar,
which I love so much
out of the patio window
the moon beckons to me
today it is a broken one, the moon with a sharp edge
will it cut into me, I ponder, and my cookie crumbles
slowly I drink my tea,
my elixir of life, or is it?
I don't seek immortality, nor an epitaph
I only wish to be known for my love of tea, poetry and ginger cookies
"don't forget to play the Eagles
and Guns and Roses when you burn me"
©gautamitripathy25042021
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