Left here to gather dust with all my friends,
Awaiting to be used or abused again.
I’m proud of the fact that I can handle my fill,
My space just as large or as wide as my will.
Compartmentalized are my cousins above and below,
While the cousins who are glass can put on a show.
A shame our plastic brethren don’t share in their shine,
Often assaulted by misuse of soap leaving behind oil and grime.
Alas our time as containers can be shortly live or long and fulfilling,
Depending on the graciousness of our human god willing.
08:49 AM, 05/25/2022, Wednesday