Sober Sun (A Town Shanty)

AuburnScribbler

George Best’s desire, I danced in rain,

filled with faces, I couldn’t blame,

fun old teacher, fell down the stairs,

at grotty club, as siren blared,

 

Refreshing sleep, removed the show,

the laughs inside began to glow, for –

 

They don’t know me, in sober Sun,

where mountain high, is never won,

but, instead, a ready one,

when I walk, in sober Sun!

 

Her hand too close, to inches pride,

she stole my hat, to confide,

then couples fought, heel and hand,

after bag of whited sand,

 

Refreshing sleep, removed the show,

the laughs inside began to glow, for –

 

They don’t know me, in sober Sun,

where mountain high, is never won,

but, instead, a ready one,

when I walk, in sober Sun!

 

Extended kin, monsters ball,

mighty angels, when we crawled,

then little cups, were on parade,

every taste, was in the shade,

 

Refreshing sleep, removed the show,

the laughs inside began to glow, for –

 

They don’t know me, in sober Sun,

where mountain high, is never won,

but, instead, a ready one,

when I walk, in sober Sun!

 

Then such words, were said aloud,

their ignorance, familiar crowd,

drunken stupor, popularism,

gave a mutual aneurysm, thus,   

 

Endless sleep, removed the show,

the laughs inside could not grow –

 

They didn’t know me, in sober Sun,

where mountain high, was never won,

but, instead, a steady one,

when I died, in sober Sun!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Online Online)
  • Published: August 4th, 2025 11:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: We all have our different sides as humans. Depending on your outlook, it either celebrates or defames our complex makeup as a species. With one side being oh so balanced and caring, and an another, being dangerously drunk and ready for a fight. With that said, I thought I would write this "town shanty" that tells such a story. According to certain quotes of simulated wisdom, what we do "drunk", apparently, is our true self, but in a "sober Sun" we can hold onto something, the very core behind our reason to exist. Though, sadly, when it comes to a "self medicating" culture, all "good things" must come to an end. The hot air balloons blocking out the Sun in the banner picture, echoes these two above apposing ideals. A three day boozy bender, has a lot of enjoyable hot air, but the Sun, the light within, radiates the warmth that you show, or that you showed, when you are remembered by your loved ones, after you have passed on. Please enjoying singing along to this, lets both drink and live true, and very pertinently, again, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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