Sip the Flip
I drink because I am depressed
Mate, pour yourself a thought to think
And sip on it throughout the day
Did daylight always turn to grey
Is joy within an ice cube chink
Since when was love so far away
So near the edge of some dark brink
Your tears wet your quivered lip
It’s your life, who am I to say
That grief is in that glass you sip
So wet with tears you’ve lost your grip
Stop weeping for the missing link
And look at it a different way
I’ll pour you this thought, if I may
Could it be, Mate, do you think
That you’re depressed
Because you drink?
by Gail
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