Life in a bottle


As I barely survive a new passing day
I wonder what was so bad that I ended up this way
Racing to a store before it's too late
Always in the mirror I see my hate
Yet I push on not really wanting or ever trying
Hoping someday I won't just be dying
Then comes along a beautiful gift
Humbly I take this lift
A new life more ways than one
Proudly I owe to a grandson
Not wanting to ever embarrass or make sad
I start my ascend at first it's very bad
Then slowly the urge finally subsides
Keeping it out like past tides
I am no more living for one thing
The loss from hurt the bottle to bring

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