☕A Cupful of Trouble☕ The morning was quiet, the air felt light, With coffee in hand, the world seemed right. But fate had a plan, unseen, unfair, The cup tipped over, its warmth everywhere. The floor wore the stain, a bitter mark, The scent of the spill, a gloomy spark. No time to reflect, just mop and sigh, Yet deep inside, I wanted to cry. Oh, coffee on the ground, my hopes poured out, A peaceful morning turned into doubt. It’s the little things that ruin the day, And leave us lost in the disarray. All day I carried that fragile start, A stain not just on the floor, but my heart. The hours dragged on, the feeling stayed, A shadow cast where the coffee laid. It’s strange how a moment can weigh so much, A fleeting mishap, a gentle touch. But tomorrow will come, the day will reset, Though coffee may spill, I’ll learn to forget. Oh, coffee on the ground, my hopes poured out, A peaceful morning turned into doubt. It’s the little things that ruin the day, And leave us lost in the disarray.