Apr 29, 2023

One Hundred

 I have one hundred shot glasses,

And only some of them are mine.

They're souvenirs from trips long past;

Memories that do not belong to me,

But which have been placed into my care.


One hundred times you thought of me,

One hundred times someone bought

A fragile little thing only to carry it

One hundred miles or more,

And then give it away.


I have one hundred shot glasses,

Sitting up on my shelf.

Twinkling in the sunlight,

They welcome me home each day.

I have one hundred memories,

And not all of them are mine.