The Teacup – From “The Watch”

I’ve a broad platter full of many choices

My daily bread, or maybe my daily vice

I may fill it to overflowing with my fears

I may also serve all of my life’s delights

Most often it is filled with wild fancies

May my shelter remain in a dry state

Will my children be clothed yet again

No matter what I am served this day

There is sure to be a vacancy for you

For I have not a fear of losing my love

No fruit in season for fear without her

A simple task, scraping away the sour

When morning comes I place her as...