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