If a glass of wine could fill life up
Everyday a sip from that cup
Bit by bit
Slowly drained
To the end
Where little remained
Chirping through the full glass
Rushing through the half empty
Struggling towards the last
That gently tempts me
The last breath; a toast to the cup
If a glass of wine could fill life up.....
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