My Morning Coffee

I drink two cups of coffee

With my breakfast every day.

It must be black and steaming hot

And perked the old-time way.

 

So I was pleasantly surprised

To read my morning drink

May cause my chances of decline

(That’s cognitive!) to shrink.

 

Dementia’s always frightened me;

It hit my mom quite young

And naturally, to worries

Of that nature, I have clung.

 

Yet now, at least, my caffeine fix

Might make a little dent

In fighting off dementia,

Though that wasn’t my intent.