That my coffee for the day is done, I know,
Yet still I reach for a cup I expect to find there and filled,
And when I do not find it because,
Responsibly, I rinsed it out and put it away,
The tide rolls in from the sea without which I cannot see,
And I cling tightly so that I am not swept away,
Small and weak against the world

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