With eager hands embrace
The first and fleeting fate
He grabs the cup and spills it
Down his face
But with each sip
Each press of lips
The river becomes streams
And soon enough he’s leaking
Only at the seams
And so it is in life
Or should be anyway
The first times in are messy
But we’ve got another day
Alas how rare it is to find
A day when I am dribbling
Content to let the water’s spill
Unfinished before siblings
Instead sneak sips from sippy cups
And pretend the lid is off
Or forego the draught completely
For fear of expert’s scoff
But hands, embrace it eagerly!
This first and fleeting fate
You learn so well there’s just this chance
To dump it down your face!
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