Whisky Poem by Chan Mongol

WHISKY


In the coldest domicile in this winter,

I'm inside her hand made quilt with her!

The body heat and Carbondyoxide;

Heaven is on earth in this epical night!

That's my wife whom I fostered as my type;

Myth of heaven never was true in this life.

Chill outside and it doesn't bother me;

Me with dreams, beer, at times with whisky!

Alcohol is a medicine when you know limits;

A peg of whisky a day is also a cure of diabetes.

Things are under control, cold will end;

With desires, dreams, all seasons I spend!


By Chan Mongol
December 6 of 2022