Bottles From Birth To Tomb

From bottled feed soon after birth To liquor in a lifetime’s mirth, To blest bottled water When at death breaths falter, Oh bottles rife till one with earth! _______________________________ Reflections | 01.12.2017, recast Jan 2023 | on life Poet’s note: I had the misfortune to see an old acquaint dying some time back. He had lost mother soon after birth. Milk bottles in lieu of mother nourished his early life. A single father, who could not quite be the mother, raised him as a child. Wasted childhood saw him to grow as a careless youth, liquor his constant companion. When I saw a few drops of bottled Ganges water administered to him as the last rite, it made me reflect on life. Don’t go by the rather flippant tongue of a limerick, see the irony of life.