The Alcoholic Man

The Alcoholic Man


Sitting alone as the world goes by

He sits all forlorn just passing a sigh

A swig from a bottle, a slug from a can

This the future of the Alco man

He thinks of the woman

All battered and spurned

Whose love he rejected

And never returned

His memories clouded by a tear in his eye

As he thinks of the love that he let die

It was lessons of love that he betrayed

Thinking only of how to get a drink for today

Dreaming his dreams of a life gone by

“Why Me” is the Alco man’s pitiful cry

David Palethorpe