Coffee Break Poem by Richard St. Clair

With all my aches and pains there's consolation:
Coffee is my refuge and my joy
As I, in sweet indulgence, do enjoy
Its piquant taste and fumes in relaxation.
The beans from far away come to my home,
Resounding in my grinder, or pre-ground;
Varieties abundantly abound:
I taste them while in fantasy I roam.
Who grew and harvested them, I don't know,
For bare-bones wages is my sad deduction,
And sold for profit without any compunction
For whatever price the market will allow.
Even so, my pleasure with this brew
Indulge I mirthfully, without ado.