Shattered Dreams* Poem by Jim Milks

Standing in the corner alone with a glass of Jim Beam in his hand
His red rimed eyes searching for the answer to his lost dream
Cursing god everyday
For the taking the one he loved away

“oh Lord can you see the tears I cry”
And how I die a little everyday without her
Searching for his salvation in the bottom of a glass
Watching the world roll slowly past

Standing there watching the sun go down
He will be standing there when the morning comes around
And as he sits back he knows that
He will die alone

Loneliness and Jim Beam are his only friends
A little of him dies with every tear that he cries
Cursing god why oh why
Until the very end


© JPM 1/20/09

This is dedicated to my Dad (1927-1998) that never really recovered from the death of the love of his life, my Mom (1924-1988) . I miss you both so much.

* I am not sure about the title it may change