Carte Blanche Poem by Jonathan Elliot

I found hope at the end of a bottle
I fear how imprudent that seems
A phase when I was Incorrigible
Thinking I knew what's best for me


I found hope at the end of a bottle
That tranquil place, where thoughts are lost
Know that happiness, is ephemeral
A candid soul can see the costs


I left lies at the end of that bottle
Finding real joy by purer means
The sweetest music or natural chortle
Simple pleasures replaced one's needs


I unearthed bliss in an array of forms
Through loyal friends with heartfelt words
To a stranger's smile, that leaves my heart warm
We can be happy if we learn

The lesson I entreat, is love this world