I really like this one....so that means pretty please, tear it apart. Really rip into it guys. I want harsh criticism. When I like a poem I'm always affraid that my pride will blind me to any flaws or possible improvements.

Drink friend! Drink.
Whether half empty,
Or plainly half full.
Drink from this glass
of potions so pure.

Sip to Swill to fill…
and drown.

Eyes raised up;
glossy orbs behind glass.
As liquid’s do leak
and poison pills pass.

Sip to swill to fill..
And drown.

Sugar and water;
Smiles and rain.
To drink is to live.
To die is the same.

Warm cup
or cold.
Crystal clear vessel
or porcelain bowl.
The fluids you drink
are centuries old.
Past the mouths of our fathers.
Past the plate of the world.
Please,drink of this chalice;
The goblet of good and
great things to come;
an ocean not salty
but sweet on the tongue.