True Love of Coffee

I once spoke to an older man, who said with quiet words
“live life, not for yourself, but for the moment in front of you that will be remembered.”
The man was insane at the time. Yet now I know how true he was.

I was not his student. No I was just a casual friend who called him by name.
Yet I do not remember his name, only the bad smell of cheap cologne he wore at night.
Like his voice, it was not a thing you would forget.

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