A Drinking Man's Think
So often through a whiskey glass
the world seems what it ought to be
When times are good and laughs are high
and sun sits firmly in the sky
When love is but a sip away
it’s easy to love everyone
The pain is gone, at least for now
so let the good times take a bow
Yet glasses filled will emptied be
and heads will ache for yin and yang
So I think that I’ll find a glass
that doesn’t knock me on my a$$
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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