This Old Cafe
This Old Cafe|
I am always amazed by this old cafe
With its open sidewalk invitation
Of most friendly persuasion
I wonder when I will be able to return.
Here, you are greeted with smiles
As you sip of sweet friendship's brew,
Poured into cups of contentment's hue.
You toast the gift of words freely dispensed.
New passers-by are quickly embraced
Because the welcome mat is always there,
Though at times, it shows its dust and wear,
But is no less attractive for this.
There is comfort here, a warm hearth, a sharing
Of life, love, of thought, and laughter,
Which will linger long, long after
There are but empty tables and closed doors.
Once again standing outside this old cafe
I await the spill of ink to mark it's return,
The bleeding of words among friends, the smiles
As we remember the thoughts dispensed
Over time and how we were embraced
By those who came before, how a place such as this
Could become your poetic home of sharing
Even if you only stood outside the old cafe's door.
Written for Tinyteddy's private challenge
Phrase: 'this old cafe'
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
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