A sobering tale

narrative verse in rhyming quatrains

 

A sobering tale.

 

Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks.

At other times combines the two

More frequently he sits and drinks.

Because he cannot bear the view.

 

The only view that he can see

through pain filled eyes awash with tears.

He can remember vividly.

The promise of his early years.

 

 When he was young and full of hope.

He had the whole world by the tail

But later found he could not cope,

although he tried to no avail.

 

Discovering that a drink or two

 helped to alleviate the stress

A sorry story nothing new

His life became a complete mess.

 

He lost his job it had to come.

His drinking led to a divorce.

His wife then claimed the family home.

His life sped on it’s downwards course.

 

A friend became his enemy

 because he let it take control.

It took him over completely.

Dependent now on alcohol.

 

No longer does he drink from choice

That luxury is now denied.

He drinks to still the nagging voice

 which urges him to suicide.

 

Today he’s just a drunken bum

 with nothing to look forward to.

Bar cheap red wine to make him numb

albeit temporarily.

 

Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks

 sometimes he can combine the two.

More often though he sits and drinks

There’s nothing he would rather do.

 

10/10/2009

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Reviews

[deeps]

Wow! I found this something to ponder on really
I love your opening lines. kind of made me snicker anyway.
Wonderful write, wonderful flow, you are very talented.

[Tate Morgan]

An excelent story of a life ruled by self pity.
tate