Holding a cup I won
but never wanted,
My attempt at smiling
retired tired.

The cup indeed
is a cup ...
afterall, empty!

The cup of victory
is not for me,
I did drink from a puddle
of joy,
the rainbowed water.

Rainbow colours will shine
and victory's pride will recline,
late in life,
it is the receeding hairline
not cuplessness that gives creeps!

Holding up the cup
I give it up.

I am free,
I am me,
I am cupless,
yet not LESS!

#moments of wisdom's might amid the minutes of victory's pride!
#bored of the cup finally... CUP-BORED!!

Tags: #Wisdom

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