Tea Of Life Poem by John Dustman

Sometimes while adding water to this cup of tea of life
We find we must refill the pot removing all the strife
Then while pulling off the lid of doubt it jams oh so tight
Life tells us we must push it back, aligning it just right

Why can't I maybe brew the stuff, forgetting 'bout the source
With automatic refills given by some other force
Must I toil and slave each day refilling this cup of tea
Yes my dear, I know it's true; it's that way for you and me

(Dumple ~ March,2006)