Each cup tells a story, each cup bearer a tale himself
And when the friends sat down for a round of tea
The memories of past lit them with glee
Another life hath started but still
Remembering the past was against their will
When the sat down they wouldnot stop
As the first sip went down their throats
It giggled the memories out of them
They then would cry and laugh the night away
The sheer nostalgia of their friendship
Made them vow as they go
To never grow up , as the dawn slipped in.
#tea