Full Cup

A bountiful life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Full Cup

Bountiful magenta wine of life

Pours freely from my pitcher

Bubbly

            Full of fizz

                                At times

When flat tastes good with rye

 

Soon this pitcher will empty

What will become of me

Shall I sail out to the sea

Where my soul will

Run free

Author's Note

Just a thought I had the other day. It's a simple thought but I had to share it. What do you think?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When you drink too much best to be a passenger on the boat ride into the sea. I like this poem. Been many years since I enjoyed a pitcher of wine with good company. A outstanding poem. You create a nice vision.
Coyote