Yolinda often was depressed
she then stayed home, inside her nest.
To help her illness she used gin
it quickly did restore her grin
but alcohol's welcome effect
was not expected to correct
her melancholy disposition
thus it required repetition.
She managed thus for many years
depression and some other fears.
And on her deathbed she required
the liquid she so much admired.
It helped, this time she drank a quart
before she left for God's resort.
Sounds very familiar..........describes too many people in my family. Very nicely done Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very funny and a really good send off! ! ! ! ! A ten for both Yolanda poems from me.