He watches the world pass by
One drink at a time
With each sip the good times get better
And the bad ones disappear
A little fun creeps in through the cracks of misery
It’s hard fighting the funny moments you remember
The ones that now tear you to pieces
But with a bit of something that could start a car
You can stumble and trip your mind
The world can fog just enough to make you think all is ok
And your imagination of what could be can take control
A new pair of whiskey glasses can make the saddest clown
smile
So with a sip
And another
And maybe one more
The future is so bright
Tomorrow morning you will have to wear shades
Robert Lloyd
4 April 2016
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