The Gold Rimmed Wine Glass

The wine glass sat boldly on the shelf,

All alone by its lonesome self,

gleaming cleanly and crystal clear;
I was watching it very near,
so could see it had a nice gold rim,
which was quite elegant and slim;
The glass was reflecting the light
of a white candle burning bright,
and the sight brought back to me
a distant childhood memory,
Of porcelain bowls we once had,
that were bought by my mom and dad,
They were designed with dragons bold,
and gently set with rims of gold.