My Cup Runneth Over


Sometimes I don’t even know
When my cuppa life overflows
With substance others can’t hold
Until I am reminded and told

By the envious eyes that behold
The rich, sweetness that shows
To those who lost control and let go
Now standing naked and alone

Wandering souls and haters exposed
As I fill their cups with a bounty of hope

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