Pretty Glass Bottles

Pretty glass bottles shinning in my store,

as I sit in my chair I cannot help but peek over my desk a little more.

I see them reflecting colours of flashing objects,

that draw the people to the windows.

I notice when the car lights suddenly bounce off the transparent glass,

as they zoom past to make the slow moving traffic before they are cut off in this silly – stop and go.

Oh glass bottles, what use can we make of you?

Can you hold something dear? Can I write a love letter and know you will keep its contents safe with my secrets, as I toss you into the big blue sea.

Can I fill you up so that you may promise me that you will quench any thirst I am in need of surrendering too.

Oh pretty glass bottles shinning in my store, tell me what should I sell you for?