What A Drunk! ! ! Poem by Nebiyu Wossene

I heard a drunk,
calls by a clap,
whispering the name,
talking to the drop.

I saw a drunk,
holding wine on his hand,
looking at the brand,
cries like a child.

I know a drunk,
only one on his mind,
with a smiley face,
among the light crowd.

I felt all the drunk,
stands in the dark,
no candle to shine,
looks for a wine,

What a drank,
talented, their looks,
if you see them in light
you won’t call them fools.