A Cup of Bitterness
This empty cup I fill with tears
For all those lonely wasted years
Now realizing much to late
That love is lost on those who wait
For when the fruit was on the vine
Somehow I never took the time
To pluck it when it reached its prime
So it became a bitter wine.
So I drink these tears of bitterness
In hopes that I can finally rest
Beneath the earths warm waiting breast
Finally plucked in time for death
So drink a toast to my last breath
She who thought she knew what’s best.
Inspired by: T. Decker's contest
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008
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