Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,907 Points (Kingswinford)

Whistling Man - Poem by Della Perry

Whistling man, in a doorway
Brown paper bag hiding his soul
Drinking - to do or to die!
Whistling tunes from a happier time, when he occupied himself,
A life; what happened to you, man?
Why are you so forlorn?
Life is hard, got to get tough,
Not hide behind the empty bottle
Don't you know you can see through the glass?
Whistling a tune nobody knows the title of, nobody cares.
Whistling man, put the bottle down, step away from that life,
Regain your pride, your life, rebuild yourself from scratch,
Live again, whistling man.
I'm not saying it's easy, blimey, it's not! What is?
But do it before it's too late, pretend like you're reborn
Throw away those sweat filled rags, try again, man,
There's no right or wrong, ask for help
Hold your arms above yourself,
Forgive yourself.
We all make mistakes, human is as human does,
We all deserve a second chance.
But you got to want it to whistling man,
Stop whistling and listen...
It won't get better unless you want it to.

Topic(s) of this poem: drunkenness


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015



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