Nina B. Doughty

(Oklahoma City, Oklahoma)


Poem by Nina B. Doughty

Drink me a toast to the things I have lost.
Toss me a bane for my sorrow!
Fill up my glass while I dim out the past
And reach for a happy tomorrow!

Lift up my heart with a glassful of wine.
Gurgle my sorrows away.
Make me believe that what's done has been done.
What counts now must be today!
Help me obscure the fatal allure of looking behind with regret.
Teach me that crying for milk that is spilt
Is youthful and inept!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003