Twas the end of the day and the shop had closed up, as I
sat at the table and peered in my cup.
Looking to see what had been kept from today
to be swallowed up and swept away.
Night would soon come to find me hunkered down
might I avoid the cup knowing I might drown.
She’s Life! They jeered, right along with the crowd.
Drink her up every night that you might never be found…
without her, The Keeper, of the all that is you.