The Drink Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos
The Drink
Deep stupor, I tried to find
in wine bottle to lull my mind
but the torpor was all in vain
against love’s excruciating pain.
Eerie swirling smoke flume
engulfs the gloomy bar room,
frightening figures, all tall,
sway, menacing, on the wall.
I see, disfigured, your face,
In my mind I felt unease,
I see you slowly shrink,
I said it must be the drink.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
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4/22/2024 2:49:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
iT IS TRUE THEN what they say about drinking It can make a not so pretty woman become the prettiest of them all, and all others (laughs) .