Some people change as quickly as coffee dissolves in hot water, 
So don’t make my coffee because I am not changing
I left my last coffee on the shelf inside my head
Laughing I wanted to drink my last one in bed,
What flavour suits one can not please all others,
But I am wondering what do I have to do to please?

Mixing the milk in carefully I can’t resist stirring the water
So don’t make my coffee because I am staying as I am
I am not convinced there is any need to change, not now
Persuading me otherwise really is a waste of time and how,
Latte cappuccino or mocha the flavours are not relevant, 
Maybe it is occasion or the aroma that makes me not relent.

Adding the sugar or sweetener hasn’t caught my imagination,
So don’t make my coffee because this is the way I am always.
I listened to your reason, but they are outside my parameters,
Conversation around change became a fire of disappointment
Did it really matter – why should I be cajoled into changing,
I mean, changing? Is this a sign of failure or success?

Written by Hard Bard 2024