Our Cup Runneth Over

So much to share, my dear

So much to do,

So much to bear, tis clear

Before life is through

So much to touch and taste

So much to choose

So much to use or waste

Before Ordained Dues

So much to teach and learn

In living’s school

So, so much no-return

On each season-spool

So much to bud and bloom
Before Winter's Quick
So much to plant and prune
So much to pick

Upsy-doh, down we go
So much slip-trip
So much of yes and no
Testing our grip

So much to have and hold

So much let-go

So much of growing old

Still startles us so

So much to love, my love

Why do we hate?

So much to give, enough

To fill every plate

So much to hope and trust

So much gold-gray

In daily dust-to-dust

Of so much to pray

© Janet Martin