A Great Night Out

It was now September there was a smell of autumn in the air autumn fires burned, On a bleak night lying on a cold wet floor the night chilled all that were out, The naked earth was cold hard, in the distance leaves went brown and fell down, As autumn steals upon us and steals the warm dry days the winter waits to pounce. Sitting on a park bench drinking sherry from a bottle a lonely man feels blighted, He has a stained duffel bag by his side full of pickings from a good days begging, Five bottles of sherry lay in his bag it made him feel good it made him feel safe, Each time he took a swig the sweet thick sickly liquid made him feel warm inside. Sitting like a king on a throne with his bag of goodies he had it all a happy man, With one hand on his duffel bag he could feel hard rounded bottles heavy and full, At this moment he would not change life with anyone having all he needed and more, He did not even fear the wretched hangover in the morning he could drink it away. Finishing one bottle he felt good he gave a happy sigh and threw it across the park, Flushed with complete happiness he pulled out another bottle and gave it a huge kiss, He twisted the top off and put it to one side and chugged great big draughts of joy, He sat with legs out straight getting comfortable this was a night away from sadness.