My Wine Glass Is Emptied Poem by Uriah Hamilton
My Wine Glass Is Emptied
I never pursued
Money interest,
Power, or prestige;
I only wanted to hear
Feminine laughter
And touch a woman’s hair
In the summer moonlight.
Responsibility
Was never a suit
That hung well on me.
But in time,
My wine glass
Was emptied
And the summer ended
With increased anxiety.
At some point, everyone chooses
Between the grave
And a life without
Meaningful luster.
Life can be very mundane Uriah, but I hope you will find someone to fill that wine glass again, very soon. A sad, poignant write. Love and hugs Ernestine XX
You certainly have a knack of rounding off your work Uriah.Your last four lines are a poem in themselves. Alive with irony, this poem says so much about you and life... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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4/19/2024 10:31:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
No, no, no. Lacks luster? Are you kidding? I would pour you a glass of champagne myself if I wasn't on my way to bed, but don't you dare get hopeless on me. I will not have it. So get yourself a beer or whatever, put on a good song (I know you know some) and wail like Dylan - you couldn't possibly sound worse, and he's a millionaire. BTW, the line about the suit of responsibility rocks. Cheers, Lori