Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Bottle

(Wrote this a few years ago but still love it) 


He holds it to his lips with care,
  Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare.
It’s like a lover, a hopeful, a friend
  Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare

Its spirits bring tranquility that he thinks so fair,
  Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare
He leans back to slumber, content;
  Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare

The little bottle stays tight in his little hand,
   Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare.
But when it falls, I hear a “Wha! Wha!” 

  Take it from him? I must dare