A man came into a bar and ordered two beers.
The bartender had to ask, "What's with the two cheers? "
"One is for me, and one for my sickly brother."
He drank from one glass, then he drank from the other.
When the beers were finished, he ordered two more.
And then again after that, but I'm not sure.
But I'm sure he came on the following day,
And repeated the drinking in the same way.
This drinking went on and on for weeks and weeks,
Then the man came in with pale and narrow cheeks.
He sat down alone and ordered just one beer.
This caused the bartender to mutter, "Oh dear."
"It's your brother isn't it? ", the bartender asked,
"I think it's your brother, has he already passed? "
"No, my brother is fine - what were you thinking?
It's all about me - I've given up drinking."
Wow...a wonderful write with dialoue, too. I found this refreshing. And the surise ending. Superb! 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is even better than when I read it the first time!