Harry Horsman Poet Rhyme

The Last Token Chance

So many times he’s needed a friend,
his wine only lasts until
the bottle reaches the end,
so many days in ruin
following the trend, those lost in hours
indulging in proof of the Scottish blend,
yet one day
at the crossroads he did linger,
four signs of directions
his mind forced into reflections,
lifts a hand and points a finger
remembers the days, before
those of a singer,
living next door with eyes of green
he sees her now surely not a dream,
when as an army
she penetrates his defences
blows away his mordant mind,
brings him back to his senses
with lashes of love that bind.

 © Harry J Horsman 2021

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Joe Maverick May 24, 2021 at 11:26 AM Well scribed thoughts running through the Scenes you display Harry, enjoyed the turn Of possibility at the ending"

Phred Sirikye April 10, 2021 at 11:09 PM This is a fav for me. So much greatness in this poem. Blessing Harry

Andrea Dietrich April 7, 2021 at 3:15 PM Looks like this is your other recent poem I have seen!

Andrea Dietrich April 5, 2021 at 5:05 PM wow, that was sure a sweet ending. I agree with Jennifer on that ending you gave it.

Panagiota Romios April 5, 2021 at 2:02 PM People can and do change. Thanks Harry. Pangie xx

Jennifer Proxenos April 4, 2021 at 12:05 PM Brought back to his senses, a never ending love so dear, so great - 'With lashes of love that bind' awesome poem I am so happy for this man! Hugs and blessings Harry, Jennifer.

Heidi Sands April 3, 2021 at 1:36 PM This is a great poem to show how things can turn around in such a positive way. Well done Harry :)

Judy Ball April 3, 2021 at 10:21 AM Lovely my friend. Sometimes all it takes is to give someone a reason not to hide in a bottle. Good Stuff. A fine entry into the contest. Good luck. God Bless and Happy Easter to you and yours. Praise The Lord! He Is Risen! JB

Ann Peck April 3, 2021 at 9:16 AM Lovely poem, Harry. So many people like that now. I'm glad this fella got turned around! You write beautifully.

Tom Cunningham April 3, 2021 at 8:35 AM Thankfully someone had his back and brought him back from the edge of the precipice.. Hope you have a lovely Easter weekend. Tom

Malabika Ray Choudhury April 3, 2021 at 8:33 AM Beautiful poem about a powerful love - this is amazing as many of your other poems are! BW ~ Mala

Vijay Pandit April 3, 2021 at 7:51 AM Brilliantly put, Harry: his wine only lasts until the bottle reaches the end. She brought him back to his senses--love can be so powerful.