**Emptied Barrel**An emptied barrel, once so full,Of wine, of dreams, of life’s sweet pull.Now hollowed out, it echoes low,A silent song of what we know.Once brimming with the finest red,Now holds the memories instead.Its staves, though worn, have tales to tell,Of laughter, tears, and farewells.The vineyard's sun, the harvest moon,The aging oak, the lover's tune.Each drop that kissed the wooden rim,A testament to moments dim.Yet in this emptiness, we find,A space where future dreams unwind.For t