It wasn’t supposed to be
Cold, you see.
The tea that once was hot
Now, abandoned, is not.
Grasping plans so rigidly,
I often fail to see
The true tea
Served to me
by the Almighty
It wasn’t supposed to be
Cold, you see.
The tea that once was hot
Now, abandoned, is not.
Grasping plans so rigidly,
I often fail to see
The true tea
Served to me
by the Almighty
B. C. Newton 