A Tale of Two Mugs

(5 min poetry challenge before bed again!)

 

This is a tale of two mugs,
Yes you’ve got it – two mugs;

The first mug is the prized mug,
One that is beautiful and exquisite,
Where it sits neatly at the top of the cabinet,
Nicely out of reach;

The boy thinks that that is the mug for him,
Where drinking from it would make him happier,
That the beverage (even if water) would taste sweeter,
But unfortunately it is what it is –
Nicely out of reach;

The other mug is the regular mug,
One that looks plain and average,
That if it had a name it would be Jane for plain Jane,
A mug in hand that brings the beverage with it;

The boy uses this mug everyday for his drink,
Be it water or coffee or tea or even the occasional coke,
This is the mug that the boy drinks from,
But plain as it is and used as it is,
It is little thought of and hardly cherished;

The unattainable prized mug serves little purpose,
Yet he reaches for it as though it should be his mug;

The everyday regular mug is of much use and great purpose,
Yet he reaches for it with little regard and a mind set on the other;

Oh what a pity really,
That in reaching for both neither is obtained,
Where the outstretched hand fails to reach the prized mug,
And the other hand with the regular mug spills the drink in it;

This is as such a tale of two mugs,
With a floor splashed with milk and a boy left in tears.

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