Looking For Gold | Story of my days

Here comes another day, soon everyone will be rushing in.
Would someone pick me up? Is my everyday question.
Now all my friends would go out, leaving me all alone.
Yet I do learn, ways to be patient, watching all around, listening to stories.
The shelf seems so large, when it’s only me here.
Spending day time learning about people, who comes and goes, aha and the gossip gets really funny sometimes.
Girls keep joking and telling stories of places they have been to, while guys are more into new jobs, cars and football.
No one sees me standing here, now that my friend has gone.
Hey .. didn’t I tell you about my friend?!
Once upon a time I used to have a friend too.
He used to fill me up with warm coffee, sometimes tea, and the wonderful cappuccino with special flavors.
Wow, pal now you reminded me of quality times I’ve had around here.
Well if you ask me what am I doing here, I’d answer you right away
"Waiting for my fRiEndDDddDDDdd!"
No one seeks me for a drink nowadays, every one goes directly to his own mug, abandoning me, well well its ok, I had a friend one day, and he’ll be back soon.
But looking at the bright side of the story, when it comes late at night I’m not exhausted as my friends are
Sometimes they do envy me for my peace of mind.
But I do enjoy the night stories they keep telling, some day I’ll be back to service and enjoy it with my special friend.
I’ll make him try all drinks of the world, with no complains…
Now that I did realize the value of work, I have to make someone happy after all:-)
I guess you know who I am by now… yes I’m the one whom they call "The lonely mug"
BTW, I hate that name, so this is only between me and you hah.
Anyway I’ll keep waiting for my special friend..
Till that time, I’ll be the most knowledgeable mug on shelf, with a status "Waiting for my friend"