Missed Pint.

Goldfinch60



Walking up the road to the pub

Looking forward to a chat with mates,

A pint of good ale,

And maybe a game of darts.

Into the bar I walk

And my friends are there,

“What do want to drink” one asks,

I ask for a pint of my favourite ale.

We start talking and laughing,

Friendly friends,

Amusing company,

An evening that will go well.

My pint goes up onto the bar,

As I reach for it

I wake from the dream

And have to get up

And settle for a cup of tea

Instead of that wondrous pint of ale.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2018 02:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was true, the other morning I was dreaming that I was reaching for a pint of beer and then woke up.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 39
  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments8

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks ANDY ~ Great dream ~ pity you had to wake up to TEA ! Mine's a Pint of Golden Hen ~ Awesome ! Love MY WAY ~ Sinatra's signature tune ~ we get it at a lot of Humanist Funerals ~ Yours BRIAN

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Brian. My favourite beer is Pig's Ear from Uley Brewery.

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks ANDY ~ The craft BEERS are always the best ! We have REAL PUBS (and Festivals !) in our TOWN ~ Nectar of the GODS ~ BRIAN

        • 2 more comments

      • Nicholas Browning

        Hah, that's a good one. I can relate though. Thanks for sharing. Now we know we're not alone.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thanks Nicholas, we are never alone.

        • Laura🌻

          Andy,
          You had me going...till the end! I thought you were really going to enjoy that pint and do it your way. Sinatra certainly did it his way! He was something else...especially in person! I’ll never forget the time I saw him in Patsy’s restaurant! That was a vision!

          ~Laura~

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Laura, back in the day regularly went to my local and played darts and cards with friends while supping good ales.
            Never saw Sinatra but have always enjoyed his singing.

          • orchidee

            A fine write Gold. I read one description of hell, apart from whether it has fire and flames or not. The article said hell is like reaching out for something we want (rather than 'need') and it always eluding our grasp - tantalising, taunting, etc, for ever.
            I would probably dream of reaching for a pint(!) of sherry. lol.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thanks Orchi. Very true 'need' and 'want' almost opposites in life.

              • orchidee

                But we, both of us, need and want that whisky and sherry! heehee.

              • onepauly

                your poem reminded me of
                my beer on Friday. for Friday is my only beer day. cheers!

                • Goldfinch60

                  Sounds like a great idea onepauly, enjoy your beer next Friday and may there be many Fridays to come.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Not a beer drinker myself but I can see the funny side of this .

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thanks Michael, I wasn't funny when I woke up!

                  • Lorna

                    In a Pig's Ear!!!! Off as quick as you can to the Pub Andy.....

                  • kitcat

                    Ha ha Loved it typical eh? had to be a dream

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Yes kitkat, it was typical!



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