Another Night Down The Pub(Years On) . Poem by Peter Vealey

Another night down the pub,
One more tiresome search,
For that something called life.
Neon lights blaze on,
As just another uninhibited-intoxicated driver,
Is set hungry,
A momentary fiend,
Always encapsulated by the,
Fever of the 'roads'.
He feels are his 'freedom'.
Going home feels sad.
Another frittered night,
Drinking desperate to recapture,
That special, if limited mellowness.
Those elusive dreams of tomorrows,
Ever distant,
Often borrowed.