its time,
no more putting off,
procrastinations or delays,
of what i must,
before it breaks,
and before they rot.
i gathered all i could muster,
placed them to bask,
but its been there too long,
and the handle is about split.
its time,
to put some in the cooler,
for another day,
some for now,
not just for me,
some on the dining,
a show off for the new,
and save for a bite of dessert later.
but most importantly,
i'm taking back the shiniest one,
i know undoubtedly will turn sour,
that longed your wanting,
craved to stay in your view,
never intended to be forgotten.
