Just a taste of wine left in the glass. We linger around the seder table Full of empty plates. Fragrances linger, like memories to nourish the mind. Outside the night deepens, yet I must leave For a meeting, for people, for work. Shall I leave this glass, not quite empty, Another cup for Elijah? No. We are all Elijah, And live with our hats on. I'll drain the last drops and depart.