Stained Shirt Poem by James Dylan

A young relatives wedding attended
The reception a night of drinking and dancing
For the single ones a hope of someone to meet
On the dancefloor he moves around
In his own drunken world he dances okay
Doesn’t matter anyway
One drink after the other leads to
An unbalanced sway
His feet move still he doesn’t stumble
The movements free
All his time on the dancefloor
He hasn’t even for one moment been without
A glass in his hand
With the free hand he tries to take a ladies
The best hes got so far is a hand
A couple of twirls
For one moment both hands taken
Then she moves away
One hand free again
With a drink in the other
The new white shirt
a pretty piece
Soon to be ruined
With the dreaded stains of red
From his glass
Impossible to dance with
And keep straight
He keeps dancing
Keeps drinking
Keeps staining his shirt
Keeps receiving a hand
For only a couple of twirls
A lot of girls he twirled with
On the dancefloor
The one hand he truly wanted
He finally approached to take
A gesture to her hand he makes
She stretches her hand
To take his
NO
To wave him rudely away
The one hand he really wanted
He never gets
The night comes to an end
A stained shirt
And a heavy head
While the newlyweds enjoy the night away
Again his is alone
A drunken mess