'At The Bottom Of A Bottle' Poem by Linda Winchell

At the bottom of the bottle,
Did not lay a worm this time.
I seen my life in its' bottoms blackness,
Of this bottle filled with wine.

As I brought it to my lips,
I could hear my Savior say,
'Please my child, put away your destruction,
And come to Me and pray.'

I heard the voice as if He were standing near,
But did not heed His call.
And took my last sip and seen,
My ending and my fall.

I cannot now seem to make it over,
For I am taking my final breaths.
Because I carried all my pain and sorrow,
At the bottom of a bottle,
Those bottles of life's regrets.