The Drink
One thing led to another,the drinks went down like water,
The memories started fading into the past.
One night went to two then three,I spent many a dollar,
I knew I couldn't last.
The memories would come back of my ever so faded daughter,
And the night of that fiery crash.
I could picture the flames going higher and higher,
And the sound of the deafening blast.
Till one day the drinks didn't go down like water,
And the memories came back from the past.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2008
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