Its cheeky countenance embraces a life
where chips and knocks add character,
never losing the essence that makes it....
My cup is strong,
forged from the earth to withstand the
hot and cold of my temper
It has seen me through disaster
The grief, flood and famine of my years
A cup for all seasons
You may think this a funny cup
a humorous cup
a cup bereft of feeling
but this old cup is fragile,
sometimes it requires soft cloths
and gentle hands
take a sip
not a gulp
just a taste......
.....Do you see?