I watch hopelessly as the glass falls away
just as my life, becomes filled with dismay

Crystal shines in brilliance, as it falls to the floor
shattered into a thousand pieces, to be used no more

I lean to pick up the pieces, as they cut into my flesh
flowing from me, the crimson regret

I weep now, for this was such a beautiful glass
I wished so much more of it, but it just didn't last

Just one small slip, not my plan
fallen from the grip of my hand

Scattered across the floor in destruction, no hope for repair
I will reach in the cupboard, for gifts often come in pairs

Loss may cause frustration, and pain
the greater treasure is to move forward, and begin again