Another day

Always the broken glass
The chipped glass, the imperfect one
This is the one I pick
I had grown tired of drinking whiskey from metal field cups
I treated myself to crystal, four solid glasses, simple in design but reminding me of our old houses.
Now one is chipped.
This is the one I use always
Can’t give it to guests
Can’t bear to throw it out
I let it live another day.

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duncancleary

A native of Dublin, Ireland. When not busy with work or family, I try to create new stuff using words and pictures, often with a scientific theme. Thanks for visiting.

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