A frothy stain

Freshly brewed was the last thought creeping
was dipressing, a bit lost as I always say
None trusted me, None got a glance of my seeing
to hell and beyond, thats just my way today

I love to say that I am dead and long gone
fact stays that I simply love to live along
But along came my new found wisdomed one
he made me strong and strength to get along

much like the coffee beans, so dark and brown
the soul was grey, wicked and worldy wise
in a body smiling and evil with a deadly frown
this was luxury, elegant and a void in poise

The froth talks of our ego, the stain its soul
what was once frowning, now a mere mark
a simple stain, with life's meaning as a whole
we might need another noah or his famed ark