Glasses

I may be shaped, I may be not,

Sometimes colorful, other times not.

I may be big, I may be fat,

The liquid that fills me should know about that.

I may be hot, I may be cool,

After the pouring of tea or the showers of juice.

Many times I’m broken, but no one bothers to care,

To take me to the repairer with a proper farewell.

It does hurt me all the time, but I don’t bring it to myself,

I just serve all my masters, with love and obedience itself!