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Last call for Alcohol
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Last call for Alcohol |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
He sits in silence on a deaf ear, as they yelled the last call, he did not hear Last call, last call, for Alcohol The clock did move quickly, as he stood trapped in time A time of forgiving, a time left behind A time worth living, when life was kind He traced out her image, so it was clear in his mind Again they were loving , as they did long ago The granting of wishes, and making them so With out her he lingers in dark dismal space A beauty well spoken, with style and grace The smile that she cast him, could melt mountains of snow A rare treasured beauty, a true work of art Stealing the souls of the coldest of hearts But like grains in the hour glass, out she ran And only left standing,the shell of a man Last call for Alcohol, this time he heard He looks in his glass as the ice slowly melts And knows that he sat, feeling sorry for him self In discus and anger he takes that last belt As he heads out the door to be by himself Last call, last call, he hears as he leaves In her pocket his heart rest, yet he bares on his sleeve [This message has been edited by tori (edited 07-08-99).] |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
goosebumps and shivers ------------------ i never call a poem "nice" or such, for that would not be saying much |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
bitter sweet smile upon my face; bravo! blueloon |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
Thanks for the kind words..:-) |
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