This Bottle of Wine

sadness, loneliness, drunk, wine

In the park

the trees were greener

the sky was bluer

the birds were happier

and the dogs barked

and the cats meowed

much better

when we used to walk

together and talk

god was there.

all I have now

is memory of you

and this bottle

of wine

and one

long stemmed

filled glass

in front of

me…

easy boy,

drunk all the time

all through your

prime

talking to the devil

listening to his advice

on the old wired phone

that goes straight to hell

share one with him

he gets mighty thirsty down

there.

 

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Author: Steven James Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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