You reach for the glass and nothing
Dare stand in the way.
A laughter behind us -unbridled
With it, we're on our way.
Speaking to such issues as pride,
Best left to one who knows
Loss, and gain, and repetition of these,
And living a life's that's been proven one's own.
When that glass's put back
He's had his share of the cup
But when he needs another quench of thirst
Be assured, he'll pick it right up.
A strong glint in the eye
Like morning sun off the ice.
A sincere smile, a tear, a friendship so clear,
All of truth, of courage, of price.
Beautiful!
J-9th94
I dunno why but this poem (nice, by the way) gives me an 'ancient' feeling.