Tooth

Written by: Patrick Cornwall


When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.

Face it with drink and  hits the spot.

Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.

The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.

 

Look in the mirror and search for your youth.

All that's found is  you're long in the tooth.

Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.

The friends have gone and you're left with the  tears.

 

Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.

The wine remembers and helps one  to fool.

Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.

Another year older and have lost all your teeth.

 

 

By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you