Life In A Glass

The sum of years race past her eyes
Faces, places, loved, despised
Tender feelings, broken hearts
Lies unspoken, well played parts 

All collected in this glass
With amber liquid mixed, alas
The burning feeling has begun
Her thoughts caress what she has done 

On her cheek, a single tear
Her vision blurred, but her mind clear
Prepared to leave it all behind
There, in a glass, a life defined

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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