The Thinker and The Drinker
He was always wishful thinking
Stymied only by his drinking
Oh the thoughts his mind did throttle
To be washed away by that next bottle
If only he could see the truth
Not hide behind one hundred proof
Let those thoughts be free and clear
Instead of drowning them with beer
A mind so brilliant and so pure
Yet serenity for him, obscure
Those wishful thoughts, they cause him pain
Like blood or wine they leave a stain
So to drink he will maintain
To quiet his ever thoughtful brain
2019
Fred Nicholson
Sun 27th Oct 2019 22:40
Lisa, this is a beautiful work. I see this as a universal truth. Drink is only one escape many of us use, to obscure clarity. Clarity may mean standing alone against worldly hypnotism.
Indeed, a beautiful work.
f