An Empty Bottle ( written many years ago for an old mai )

An empty bottle,
Like an old woman,
Like a broken possession,
Waiting to be cast aside,
Weeping over a happy life.
Broken, shattered, wanted no more,
In small brittle pieces, it lies on the floor,
To watch itself passed by,
Till wretchedly its soul does cry,
And then in agony, and bitter spite,
It pierces, pricks and bites!!