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All poems on this site are copyright of Beverley Balogh
Having worked in the Licensing trade for many years. It was fairly common to see men sitting in solitary confinement downing one glass after another without appearing to enjoy doing so. This one regular customer of mine caught my imagination.
However I never told him that I had written about him. After all I might have got it completely wrong.
Beverley
YET ANOTHER GLASS
Too many cigs and too many beers
In too many towns over too many years
Has brought me to the way I am now
Alone at this bar and wondering how
All of the loves I knew in the past
Are forgotten names drowned in a glass
They've drifted away in the mists of time
Leaving me wondering if ever I
Can return to being the man I once was
Or is it too late and is it because
I once fell in love with a lady called drink
It's sad, but true and now I think
I should say cheers to the days that have past
As I raise to my lips yet another glass.
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