Tea & Empathy Poem by Dean Meredith

Where would we be?
Without a little tragedy
Dunking our biscuits
In our cups of tea

This life of ups and downs
The changing expressions
On the faces of the people
In our little towns

The tea bags in my tin
Are well kept but old and dry
And in my cup as I pour water in
The boiling water becomes quite brown

And as I dunk the dopey bag
On its long string up and down
I rest it for a minute
While I get my milk without a frown

Squeeze the tea bag out
And place it in the bin
Pour the milk and stir the spoon
And try to square the doubt

I look at it all soft and tan
Admire the gentle peace within
Lift it up and drink it down
And ponder as I do upon the fate of man