Hindsight Is 20 20

they once said... five years and seven months kicked in the head between the brew and bottle a nightly lecture' to swallow, "tear in me cereal... kind of like my nightly beerial... to conjure pureness of sleep, without more strength to weep, for I've used all my best material..." I yearn for the day when all was belived true, When smiles dined and drank new wine of Pigs that often flew... When I had thought (in confidence) our union wouldn't end, but now, day 2020 I've lost my only friend...