Glass

I have touched lips,
May be far too many,
And yes I have quenched the thirst of people,
However useful, I am still a glass at end of the bar,
Waiting to be returned.

I have helped people forget their sorrows,
I partied with people from evenings till morrows,
I have filled many a solitude,
And made so many judgements a little skewed,
Yet I Am still a glass at the end of the bar,
Waiting to be returned.

Just like the people who drink from me,
I have been broken by people who loved me the most,
And then I have been joined back together,
I have seen death and sorrow,
I have seen eyes which are more addictive,
Then anything you can borrow.
I have seen all human emotions,
Seen many a happy people,
And some just going through the motions.
Yet I am still a glass at the end of the bar,
Waiting to be returned.

I will return,
All washed and new.
I will touch that one more lip,
I will make make one more difference,
To the life of some stranger.
But as of now,
I am still a glass at the end of the bar,
Waiting to be returned.
I am still a glass at the end of the bar,
Waiting to be returned.