I searched for the world everywhere,
but it had tipped out of my tea cup;
world was gone, nowhere to be seen.
I resent myself for not taking it immediately,
for not sipping it’s depth straight away
when I had all the opportunity.
Ah, if I had drank when chance had presented,
I would be full up of life and experience,
too much for my delicate china cup to hold.
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