by Gideon Burton
Another weekend drinking with the sinners,
the wine like water freely freely passed around.
We regulars are here, plus some beginners.
We sometimes laugh, or drink without a sound.
Hung over from another weary week,
we're drinking to remember, not forget.
To fix what's broken, get up on our feet,
it's easier together, dry or wet.
In time you get to know the others' troubles,
at least you read the reasons why they come.
It's hard to razor smooth the bumpy stubble,
but harder still to walk away or run.
A piece of bread, a friend to hold the cup,
a reason to look down, and then look up.
What was revised from the August version?
ReplyDeleteI think a bit of irreverence can wake us up from what becomes perhaps more often than we want to admit, a mindless ritual.
I like it.
Kristen Ridge
Manna. Thank you, friend.
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ReplyDeleteThis is quite wonderful, Gideon.