Two cups

Have a little cup of tea,
a little spoon full of guilt,
a little drop of sweat,
maybe a cup full of worries and regrets.

Drinking the cup you say to me,
nothings wrong,
nothing indeed.

But when night comes and owls come howling in,
the only sound you will make is a small whimper and a cry of despair.

The morning after dusk,
having a little tea.

Have a little cup of tea,
a little spoon full of luck,
a little drop of rains,
maybe a cup full of happiness and reunion.