You left this life
Without a drink
Irony in
These thoughts I think.
The ascites pump
Could do no more
Your liver gushed blood
Mouth to floor.
Which they quickly cleaned
Bucket and mop
Before the doctor
Came to check
His patient gone
Time of death.
In your regular bar
I down a drink
Another friend gone
Thoughts to creep
The sound of laughter
Glasses chink
No bringing you back
From the brink.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Have had friends like that. Sad to see someone loose control of drink, health and life. A tough but real poem
thanking you
Most welcome
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