The Drunk
He dances to the
Rythm of wine
His movements unsteady
Pushed to and fro by the
wind
Like a child learning
How to walk
He rises and fall
All eyes is fixed
On him
Suddenly he becomes
An entertainer
All enjoy his
Stupid act.
The path to his home
He cannot find
In the gutter he finds
A new home
The stones he uses as
pillows
He is freed from the
thoughts of life.
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