Shall I compare this life with a warm cup of coffee,

As I feel various taste of different types of different brews,

Bitter and sweet that creamed or not to- with pays thee calls fee,

The warmness that kissed my lips with neither ideas nor clues;

Begun as seeds to be roasted with fears of degrees called heat,

Then be given periods of chances to greet new peers,

With a same carried dream yet to be knew with different seat,

Just like types of coffee did thee ordered with pleased and cheers,

Mix with either creamed or choose to be not,

Served and displayed in a same fame, amazing menu list,

Brewed by a same yet different experts with different plot,

Ended be poured into and filled-up a cup with pleased,

Different types and taste thee knew? The types yet with a same label,

I choose to fight to be the one that thee chose to be served on the table.