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 strong gold rim,    
very elegant and quite slim;    
The glass was reflecting the light    
a nearby 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.