Alley Of Hope Poem by joe foster

Alley Of Hope



Pint sized allies,
A hidden agenda for which I drink.
A home away from home,
a place to think.
when I drink I roam,
leaving everything I know
back at home.
Homesick from alcohol,
to late to call
so why not just roam,
until I find my home.

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joe foster

joe foster

memphis, tennesee
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