a lost friend

a lost friend I refuse to cry over lost friends I`m drunk too It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety Let alcohol give winds to my sails. I`m a clipper buying tea in China not useless toys Sleek the line, the women admired me let the clipper sail I don`t care I will stay here and make love to you. I`m sorry I left you, my Liverpool girl I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans Guatemala I got there by chance the beach in the moonlight I have not forgotten my promises one day more, just one day more but the ship always sails to other shores and I never got to write the poem of my life