Synonymous With My Name

Oh, what I would not do
To place a drop back in the cup
Until it is filled to the brim, back up
Dinner on plate, ready to sup

What I would not do
To relive that delicious sip
To feel the first biting sting on my lip
Head made giddy, the first sly quip

What I would not do
To regain that great, novel feel
Remember whatever was the appeal
Take back resolve that once was steel

Oh, what I would not do
For an ignorance regained
To take back the shame
That cup now synonymous with my name…




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