I think it’s become important to me,
To find someone to bring me a cup of tea.
I think I’ve been feeling it seems impossible,
I can be quite particular and somewhat incorrigible.
I don’t mean just any old cup of tea,
I mean tea served because it’s served to me.
I don’t feel like this very often at all,
Except when life’s challenges seem an order tall.
Is it fair to want someone to share the burdens of life?
But honestly I mean good times as well as strife.
Maybe I’ve been alone now for way too long,
And I’m awfully afraid I will get it terribly wrong.
Also, it seems I have issues with the want of time,
I don’t allocate any to the subject of this rhyme!
If tea is a metaphor for love and love for me,
Then I don’t drink tea very often you see,
And maybe I’ll never find the right blend for me.