when i was younger i hated coffee, when i was older i drank more coffee,
it was too bitter and too bland, and it woke me up when it rained,
and it left a taste on my tongue, started making my mornings better,
that i could never understand, and keeping me warm on cold days,
it's not always the sweetest, i love nothing like i love coffee,
the beans aren't always freshly grown, it calms me when there's a storm,
but it's comforting and it's familiar, but something tells me i'm not,
and what used to be too bland, writing about coffee anymore
now tastes like home,