Drinking Alone

Thoughts strangled by your hand

Before they turn to tears

Listen to a Sixty’s band

Recount those war-torn years

Thumb through ragged photographs

Of wasted youth in green

The men now in local epitaphs

They’ll never again be seen

Another pull from the bottle of Beam

Another smoke put out

Put off sleep so you don’t dream

Cast off any doubt

Fear that the light will come

And bring another day

Think of what your life’s become

It’s like an off screen play

Turn up the sound on “Three Dog Night”

Sing along with the “Rolling Stones”

Think about the bar room fights

Drink to your life alone

How different would your life have been

If it weren’t for the Asian War

You wouldn’t drink every bourbon blend

And become such a social bore

©4/19/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry