I sit alone
And swirl my glass
One sip after another
As it warms my soul
I swirl it again
And the ice clinks
My companion makes no sound
It just clinks as I swirl it around.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice portrayal of a drinking session all alone. I am much inspired. I would like to repeat it myself this evening. Thanks Paul.