like a bottle

“I am a bottle,
Sometimes red, sometimes blue,
I can be the every hue…
Sometimes tall, sometimes short,
You can see me with all sort.
Sometimes I am drunk,
Then you see that I stumble and fall;
Sometimes I just stand,
With nothing but a stall.
Sometimes I’m with a dirty little lad,
Along with my other friends;
Then we go to junkshop,
Where the junkman has become his friend.
Through the road we go,
Being thrown against a man;
Blood flowed through his head,
As we get smashed and landed on the ground.
Sometimes I float, With the water as it rise;
But sometimes I just sink For all the weight that’s inside.
When I broke, I can stay broken.
But if I wish, I can become whole again.
That’s me! I’m a bottle.
Definitely! I am…
We are like the bottle, having colors of different hues and different sizes. We have characteristics that each of us uniquely possess. But despite these differences, we still are bottles and that makes us one. And with that, we must becom...