We drink, we smoke, we laugh, we fall
With family, friends, and strangers.
And guided back by moonlit stone
Loose wagging tongues, no doubt will drone;
A night recalled... but not remembered!
Loose wagging tongues, drinking, laughing........ it becomes the life style for some......... sad situations of life.. thank u dear poet. tony
Here in the UK (I from Scotland) we have a binge drinking culture that I think is out of control. Thanks for your comment :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful writing Steven Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken