Drinking In Sorrow
The man in the isolated bar
Had come in a dust-engulfed car
From a destination, very far
Like the far-flung star:
Via routes of more sand and less tar.
Now, drinking to be calm,
The stuff, a believed balm
His cup plastered to his palm
Not likely to occasion him any harm…
It’d been the poorest harvest in his farm!
A drinking in sorrow
By one bound to borrow,
Certain that this life is hollow
And it’s best of tracks, not one to follow.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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