A lonely Whiskey Glass

Posted on December 31, 2012

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Twenty minutes
’til the years end
Twenty minutes
’til his destiny begins
No more will he
tolerate this
No more will
he good times miss

For now he
sits alone
Watching Jools
with a quiet phone
As he pours himself
a lonely whiskey glass
Thinking on his future
and his past

He toasts the ghosts
of the past five years
Toasts the ghosts
yet to come
Of his future a
path to walk
Of new stories
up yet to chalk

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Posted in: Poetry