I'm stairing at a coke can wondering... how many times its been remade,

how many loneley lips have touched its rims with blinded eyes.

how many men have let its insides spoil thinking they'd be fine

yes I'm stairing at a coke can wondering if your's is the same as mine.

I don't know what it is about this poem, but it is so appealing to me. Beautiful imagery and wonderful poetry.