Once Upon An Alley
(Many with genuine reasons)
‘Oh Wino Wino’
The ignorant everyday sing to him
a truer song they never did render,
his evolving habit is all he has to
leave to this his tedious world
reckons he’ll be dead before autumn.
On a moonless hot January night
upon the great southern freeway,
tragedy took away his wife and child
leaving him only torn memories of why.
To ease the pain of each existing day
the bottle contents his constant friend
now proves false, the turncoat's stab
cut deep when the numbness reawakes,
with every swig he curses this persecutor
yet adds credence to his anticipation,
it will aid him rejoin his love ones
those taken to a heavenly salvation.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2022
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