Goldfinch60

Missed Pint.

Walking up the road to the pub

Looking forward to a chat with mates,

A pint of good ale,

And maybe a game of darts.

Into the bar I walk

And my friends are there,

“What do want to drink” one asks,

I ask for a pint of my favourite ale.

We start talking and laughing,

Friendly friends,

Amusing company,

An evening that will go well.

My pint goes up onto the bar,

As I reach for it

I wake from the dream

And have to get up

And settle for a cup of tea

Instead of that wondrous pint of ale.