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.