Life like a glass tipped by careless mistake
From the bar, the hand may make
A grab as it falls: The glass may be caught
Or it may hit the dirty floor and break
The glass whose hoppy kiss oft enjoyed
By chance slight yet impossible to avoid
Shall tumble mere seconds out of reach
And be instantly, irrevocably destroyed
Shattered sharp edges glittering wondrous bright
On so dark a floor finding so much light
Then uncaring hand, broom, and pan sweep
Them up to be put forever out of sight.
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