Life lessons are taught hard and fast,
When you learn them from a flask;
Some wither quickly! Not up to the task!
Others linger never forgetting the past.
But sometimes a few are saved,
From being mentally enslaved.
To a world that’s harsh and depraved
Of life’s cards we are dealt a hand,
We place a bet, but the cost we forget.
Some win but other’s draw a losing hand,
Your tears and pain are the chips,
As from reality your mind slips,
One day you may come to grips,
As from your soul your courage drips.
Upon this the demon sips,
Your soul he intends to rip.
Upon the flask he tightens your grip
You have the will you must quit,
Life is hard you must not slip.
With gods love we come equipped!
Comments about this poem (The flask by Derrick Fernie )
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