Come sit at my table, raise up a bottle
And drink to commotion And toast to my fate
Please stay like a lover, And buy me another
Cling to my words when the hour is late
Come cling to my words when tomorrow is closer
Yesterday feels like a lifetime away
What yesterday brought I will tell you tomorrow
Tonight I must drown it I beg you to stay
My nail-bitten fingers the blood on my knuckles
Have witnessed a story so basic to tell
With carnal distraction and too many bottles
I'll fend off the ghosts and forget about hell
There isn't much time now so join me in chorus
Shout down the angels from heaven so high
Come join me in laughter and sheer desperation
Of having to end this hysterical lie
Come raise me a bottle and drink to confusion
Drink to illusions of pureness and trust
So come here tomorrow I promise a story
Be the witness of love that turned into dust
Jim 1961
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a tragic moment for certain; and you seem to have captured ever bitter bit of it extremely well. Great writing.