Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,

They say that you should never squeeze the bag,
after it steeps

Doing so tends towards bitter tea,
Like so many things

It seems a waste to put aside,
With so much left to give

Patiences has never been a strength,
When waiting on life’s little things

But I do like a good cup of tea,
Which only comes with time
Like so many things

One,
Drip,
At a time