As fragile as glass
I realised that was what I was
as I held the Old Fashioned glass
clear and bright, almost see through
filled halfway with a liquid of oaky texture
promising me great boons
being a buffoon, I took a sip
and I let my restraint slip
all it took was a push.
and I regret it still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem