The Glass at my Feet

With every sip from the bottle
and each gulp from my cup,

I know a smack of my lips
will say exactly what's up.

Everytime I remember
everything I regret,

it appears to consume me
and put me deeper in debt.

So, I sing songs that I know
with tunes that make me smile,

I sing of every journey
and, the heart of each mile;

if no one else can remember
then, it was mine to forget,

so, I sing louder for volume
and, make it a part of my "set".

Now, I'm sipping from bottles
and cups strewn, all astray,

some from just last night
others from yesterday.

I remember times, dearly
with all moments, so sweet,

and with a last smack of the lips
I'll lay my glass at my feet.