Time in a Bottle

Time in a Bottle

By J. Lynne Moore

Stands an empty cup,
On the table, bare.
Greedy, you drank it up,
Now you blindly stare,

No need to fret, darling…
Not only will I spare a dime;
A final gift to you I bring,
The bottle filled with time.

Moments precious, held within,
Will quench your ample thirst.
Contrary to your final sin,
You’ve already done the worst.

No need to give praise,
For a gift given without strings.
In a toast my glass I raise,
For hope eternal springs.

What time is left now?
Only the bottle knows;
But this my darling I vow,
Your cheeks shall return to rose.

© 2016 -2018 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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