Just sitting around

FredPeyer

I’m just sitting around

Garth Brooks singing

about friends in low places

he could be singing about me

the beer was cold before

now it’s the temperature

of mother milk

 

I’m just sitting around

the evening creeping up on me

quietly, stealthy

just like death

I don’t care

there is neither

fright nor sorrow

 

I’m just sitting around

waiting

what for I don’t know

I’m too young to die

too old to live

but not too old or too young

to get another beer

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 20th, 2021 15:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Enjoy each next beer Fred, I’ll be over to drink one with you, cheers!

    Andy

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Andy, and you are always welcome to drink one here. Or maybe I open up another one and drink it for you!

    • Olivia.

      Fantastic! Enjoy your beer x

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks, Olivia, I will!

      • Doggerel Dave

        Cheers, Fred

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Dave, I have to admit though I am more of a wine than a beer drinker.

        • dusk arising

          Drinking is thirsty work Fred. The bottled ale I drink tastes better at room temperature, especially in these cold winter days of U.K.
          Bring on the sunshine when golden beers will line my fridge door and we may be allowed the freedom to mingle once again.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks d a, it really is work, isn't it? Growing up in Switzerland I usually drank slightly cold beer, now it cannot be cold enough. But don't forget, it's pretty hot here!

          • orchidee

            Don't invite me for a beer though, cos I adds water to it. heehee.
            I won't be offended if ya don't invite me, nor say 'Humph, see if I care!' lol.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks orchie, I knew you water down your wine, but didn't know you ruin your beer as well.



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