My Glass
My Glass: “My Glass was so full years ago. A perfect time without streaks and spots. I grabed that Glass in my hands. And drank and drank. The funny thing? It refilled each day! But to the top? I drank and drank and drank... My Glass... It’s smudged now, and dirty. And daily it seems not as full. I wish to clean my Glass, then top it off. But I cannot pour out what is left. I die. I am stuck with my Glass.”
