Time in a Bottle

Stands an empty cup,

On the table, bare.

Greedy, you drank it up,

Now you blindly stare.

No need to fret, darling...

Not only will I spare a dime;

A final gift to you I bring,

The bottle filled with time.

Moments precious, held within,

Will quench your ample thirst.

Contrary to your final sin,

You've already done the worst.

No need to give praise,

For a gift given without strings.

In a toast my glass I raise,

For hope eternal springs.

What time is left now?

Only the bottle knows;

But this my darling I vow,

Your cheeks shall return to rose.