My Coffee Cup

My husband got a coffee cup

Two decades plus ago,

A birthday gift from neighbors

That we didn’t really know.

 

It had a saying which implied

That getting older’s good.

My husband wouldn’t use it

And I knew he never would.

 

So it became the one I used

Though it was not my style.

I figured I’d replace it

With a new one in a while.

 

But years went by and every day

I used that coffee cup

Until this morning when, at last,

Its time on earth was up.

 

For somehow as I stretched my arm

To grab it from its hook,

I knocked it down and noticed

Smithereens with just one look.

 

I swept the shards and smiled,

Wond’ring why it took so long

To get rid of something in my life

Which didn’t quite belong.