Paper China

In the coffee shop, two women, poised and serene,
Controlled, pristine, like pages from a magazine.
Intellectuals, they delved into books with grace,
Occasional whispers, in that tranquil place.

Awareness dawned, like a mirror unveiled,
My stained T-shirt, cat hair, and dander trailed.
Invisible ink, the marks of daily life's toil,
In the presence of elegance, a stark contrast, a foil.

They sipped from fine china, and I from a mug,
A juxtaposition of worlds, like a moth to a bug.
But in that fleeting moment, where our paths did entwine,
I found beauty in imperfection, a truth so divine.

For life's tapestry weaves a pattern unique,
From coffee shop intellectuals to the mild and the meek.
In our own messy stories, we each have a place,
A reminder that humanity's charm is its grace.