I Doubt It - Poem by Philip Carter
I'm sitting here, alone again
With my pint to keep me company
The hands on my watch
Slowly tick away the seconds of my life
I look down at my wrinkled hands
And wonder where the years have gone
Outside the cold night calls to me
To disappear into its dark embrace
As I walk to my empty home
To pull my tattered duvet around my old body
To try and snatch a bit of warmth
Maybe tonight will be my last
And my tired heart with find peace
The gates of Heaven will welcome me
With open arms
For now I will sleep
Maybe tomorrow will be different.
I doubt it.
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