Open bottles run dry

Charli laughs at Sarah—
one day she'll be just as pretty
she'll be just as clever,
at least that's what her mum says

David stares at Ronan—
one day he'll be just as popular
he'll get that great job,
at least that's what his wife says

Terry looks at Donald—
one day he'll be just as rich
he'll have that same respect,
at least that's what he tells himself

Yet time passes—

Charli's life goes no where
the night life was too enticing,
tracks— guide her life,
she doesn't remember the last time she spoke with her mum

David lost his somewhere along the way
his job
his wife
his sanity

Terry's time is overdue
he got onto the train too late—
got off later still
nothing left to show for it

Time passes—
memories blur
priorities change
self worth dispensed with
open bottles filled with life
run dry—

a shame there was no one left
to screw back on the lid