After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
I like how these lines kind of give the reader an image in his or her mind of what the scene looks like. Talking about the porcelain and the tea, maybe this poem is set somewhere in England? I like these lines.
Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair — (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
I like this part of the poem because of the way it kind of shows aging and how he's getting older. "Time to turn back and descend the stair," is talking about the descent of life and the physical wear your body experiences.