Murray, UT, USA
You drink your happiness out of a glass,
As the sun sinks into the west.
The bottle, half empty, sits close at hand -
By midnight, you'll drink the rest.
Your life is a whirlwind, that 'round you blows,
And freezes your blood to ice
(Three cubes of which now cool your drink:
Your liquid paradise.)
It isn't that you're worse off than most -
You're a common, average man.
But, sometimes, life still screams for more,
When you're doing all you can.
So tonight, for awhile, you'll forget your woes,
And sweep them under the rug.
You'll quench your spirit's thirst,
As you imbibe this legal drug.
When Monday morning rolls around,
Your troubles you will face.
And take your place, among the ranks
Of runners in life's race.
But, for tonight, you've found a way
To minimize your pain.
So, o'er the kingdom of liquid joy,
This evening, you will reign.
© Troy J Hoecherl
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