Men At Drink
They sit there happily drinking
TV on
No one paying attention
Some talk about their aches and pains
War time experiences
Or family and sons.
Some prefer not to speak at all
Just staring into their drink
Facing old visions of unspeakable hurts.
Whatever it is, men drink
To forget or to remember
Well, which one is it
That makes men drink?
You stare out the window
Watching snow softly falling
Covering everything in a white mantle
And then you decide to have another drink.
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