The Coffee Cup

There’s a coffee cup all chipped and cracked

Sitting on the table.

It’s not there just for looking at

It actually has a purpose.


This cup holds many memories

of laughter pain and tears.

But its silent trust remains

through all the passing years.


No  new and foreign fancy

could e’er replace this cup

or the friendhsip and the love

that always fills it up.


So for someone who’s alone and lost

and looking for a friend

Or someone who just needs to talk

and wants someone to listen.


For anyone at all

in this cup you’ll always find

the warmth and comfort of a friend

whenever you’re in need.


Margaret Holahan

19 June 1994


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