The weary wanderer
Walks through the woods
His food almost gone
With the rest of his goods
Then under a pine tree
A package is spotted
Filled with things that he needed
And things he’d forgotten
The strength he required
To finish the journey
Was there at the bottom
In a bottle so sturdy
It carried a feeling
With nary a spill
Or a crack in the glass
When emotions can kill
A Life in Poems 