Friday, November 06, 2015

cheers


the long day it draws to a close
with dried sweat and aching toes
and as he reaches for a deserving beer
out rolls from his eye a fresh frothy tear
it falls with a plop and not a sound
like a sad feather plummeting to the ground
and as he looks at this drop never a puddle
he grabs his ale in a warm loving cuddle
he raises it and fixes it with a stare
like a thirsty 3-year-old without a care
it gazes back, and maybe even grins
smiles; hey you, we could've been twins
for you’re like me, and I’m like you
we’ve been through worse; how do you do?

ram cobain