With eyes
That never smiled
Two drinks inside
Late to arrive
Takes a seat
In corner cover
He lost a bride
Once a lover.
The old coat
About to weep
To look beyond
Free of sleep
A bridegroon without
A bride in white
Haunted still
About that night.
Returned home early
In time to find
His wife and best man
Bodies entwined
Took a drink
And then another
Never stopped
His soul to shudder.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An old poem written many years ago about a man just married who discovered his best friend and best man with his wife. He took a drink and never stopped always presenting a lost and lonely figure. He is obviously dead now but the story is a true one
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