So Few Lives
© by Author Unknown
So few lives divide us; a hundred years carry three
lives, and when the party's over, the century drained
dry, it yet appears for patient spade suddenly to
uncover, frail and a little chipped, the perfume gone
of the dead wine. But in the bottle yet we see the
vanished ruby that glowed and shone during those faded
years when the wine was set in those three glasses.
Thirty men at most fill out a thousand years, each
with his glass, laughing at table, no unbodied ghost
but a friend speaking, though the hours pass so
swiftly from the bottle to the tomb; their faces
shine within my shadowed room.
Submitted by Corinne