One More Drink Poem by Randy McClave

I drank one drink for her to love me,
As I definitely loved her
I toasted a cheer for it to occur,
Now I will just wait and wait and see.
But, she never entered through the door,
So, here I am to drink one more.

I drank another drink which makes it two,
Just for me and only her
And the love that we once were,
I needed her to say, "I love only you".
I loved her with all that I had,
Now I drink because I am lonely and sad.

I drank another drink which was my third,
I began to tell my current life story
Of my past triumphs and glory,
And my love whom I unintentionally spurred.
What I did wrong only her and God knows,
Maybe I'll find out one day, I suppose.

I drank a fourth drink just for us,
As I pondered about her and I
As I then began to cry,
With the bartender my love story I began to discuss.
He frowned at all that she had said and done,
Which had caused all the drinking I have begun.

I then drank my final fifth drink,
With the thoughts of my love in my heart
Not knowing why from me she did depart,
I then passed out, with a thought to think.
If you only knew where I had been,
But, you don't, so I began to drink all over again.

Randy L. McClave