I carry a wineskin

I carry a wineskin

Leathered with age

Cracked around the mouth

Leaking from the seams

Leaving a trail

A tell-tale

Drip drip drip

Across the floor

From the cellar to the door.

It sweats from overuse

Broken by exertion

It wishes for nothing

But to be upended

There is little to choose

Between one withered old soak

And another

But a world of difference

In the ageing.