Second Chance at Life

The candle is reduced to a char-stained jar
this pen, ink-crusted from poor cleaning
The whiskey stones develop a fine, amber varnish
and chilled cynicism reaches my bones

The wax may not be unburnt
and I’ll simply replace this old nib
The whiskey stones were cheap and not worth restoring
but my soul gets another chance to live

So I’ll wake in the morning
I’ll kiss my wife
I’ll try again at the things I failed today
and thank God for my second chance at life





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