Friday 15 August 2008

POETRY - Improv On A Drunken Friday

Glasses Raising Questions

My glass raised
No longer shines
From the smile
That was facing

It now faces
A sea of sentiment
When all that was meant
Was a toast to all
You once meant to me

And lips to glass
I drink deep
Fom the emptiness
Of the occasion
And pour myself another
As round two begins

P. Davidson 16/08/08

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