Life's Bottle
A capful of sorrow
from the bubbling effervescence
of the bottle of your life
is merely a bittering briefly
For spewing out wildly
shaken and frosted
is the rest of your happiness drinking
Light on your feet
like a bubble bent wish
gulping at life meant for sipping
This capful of sorrow
should slight slow you down
to the insight of meaning be gripping
Glorious youth carbonated naive
Drop it and shake it, you have and receive
Snapping and fizzing down throats never dry
Drinking so quickly forms tears in the eyes
But a capful of sorrow
is the quickest of quick
which forces the drinker to examine his drink
Is the bottle half empty?
Or is it half full?
It's the moment that many incredulous think
Why am I spilling
and wasting a drop?
The bubbles are popping, refreshment inside
so don't lose the cap
and keep open your eyes
for there's no precious drink like the bottle of life....
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