Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 15,158 Points (Derby, England)

The Bench By The River - Poem by Orlando Belo

It's six thirty on Sunday morning
and I've been here since three.
I don't sleep much now-a-days,
but that doesn't bother me.

The flies are here as usual
taking salt from my skin,
whilst I'm having a wet breakfast
of blood red wine and gin.

I remember when I was married
I had meals three times a day.
Now, I only eat when I'm hungry,
but very little comes my way.

I live in a one room bed sit,
which is large enough for me.
I don't give parties anymore,
besides I haven't a settee.

I have two chairs and one's my table,
and a sleeping bag on the floor.
A cup, a glass, and a tooth brush,
no need for anything more.

Another bottle is approaching
along with friends of mine.
We'll continue to have our breakfast,
at least until lunch time.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 10, 2017

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