​Observing youth in my local chain coffeehouse 

I sip my tea calmly trying to prevent myself 

From chasing the fast cooling down tea 

Running from lip burning hot to throat hurting cold 

In seconds or so it feels 

Is this how old age feels,

Plenty of time and little to do?



I am not retired yet!

There are twenty, thirty years and few more to live

How am I going to manage emptiness 

This emptiness I suffer silently 


In my local chain coffeehouse!

January 6, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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