I saw a friend one Saturday morn
Had blood all over him
Tattered and torn
Couldn't remember if he had been in a fight
Couldn't remember any of last night
He knew he lost his wallet and phone
We back tracked from home to the pub
To early to open but they were unloading the truck
Turns out they seen it all
My friend was so drunk he napped on the tar
Another drunk drove around the corner and nearly hit him with his car
My friend staggers up to say hi
Gets a punch in the face and one in the eye
"Who is he, how can I find him?"
Why do that! Leave it behind you.
But it was not about his face
The fault was his
The driver had a case
What a man I thought
To seek to apologise for his mistake.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2023 09:26
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Comments2
A great story in poetic form. I found it entertaining and well written.
Thank you, I am so impressed with this fellow, not a coward like me.
I kind of miss the honesty of being yourself, seems to me a lot of pretension underlying modern society. Excuse the rant. Thanks Dave.
In a place I once lived (thankfully no longer) that would be a not unusual Saturday night. Well writ.
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