A Drunkard's Plight
I intended to walk and to work,
Instead in this poetry I lurk,
Well my excuse can only be,
You got me drunk again I see.
I keep trying to crawl toward the door,
Across the tavern’s endless floor;
But, every time, I take another drop,
I am wondering does this ever stop?
Well love is surely a very fine thing,
But it seems I have lost the ring,
I think I have been here before,
But in this state I can’t be sure.
If one day you find me in the gutter,
And ‘love’ is the only word I utter,
Do not think me quite insane,
Sometime, soon, I’ll be sober again.
JMZ Feb 26th 2012
The Drunkard's Request
O keeper of the kegs, is there any more?
My beaker is half full and half empty for sure,
Either pour again till it overflows, like before,
Or let me drain it to the dregs, then give one more.
The Landlord's Reply
Dear sir I see you have the time
To make all these verses rhyme,
so you must be fairly sober
otherwise you would
not know a rhyme
or how to
put words
in to a
line at
all
Drink your fill, as you will.
I am Drunk Again
I was drunk for so many days - I just couldn't
help loving,
I prayed and You made me sober again
Today a book of the verses of Your poet
reached me -
I am drunk again - drunk again - drunk again!
JMZ Jan 12
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