We are busy
We want things easy
Yet I often think
That too much Convenience stinks
Take the example of a good cup of tea
Which needs just boiling with milk and water to be
Till some smart-aleck decided it would be easier if we could sip
A plastic cup full of tepid water with a bag of tea going dip-dip.
When the train stops at a nameless station-
My soul longs for an earthy tea cup homespun.
But the old-fashioned times are up
And all I will get is a flavourless plasticky cup
August 17, 2010
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