I saw his face in the midst of the crowd,
and I knew his eyes had found me too.
He picked up that twenty sixer of booze,
and took a swig, one or two.
His voice was brash as he spoke out loud,
he slurred his words as drunks do.
O yes this man stood out in the crowd
but the booze spoke and took his personality
away. I'm told, I'll never know the real man
as he lives his life pretty much that way.
Pity.....
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Dec.27/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem and for many, the only reality; and yet, I am reminded of some old wise words: To krasi lei tin alithia. (ancient Greek saying) - The wine tells the truth.