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
