New Day

New Day

A man sits, next to a river of tears

Under his hat, are his hopes and his fears

The rings round his eyes don’t tell his years

His face belies a lifetime of calls of “Cheers”.

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The alcoholic, shadow burnt into the wall

With his ass crease set in his favourite stall

Hail to the drinker, for all of his gall

The house is now empty, as he falls in the hall.

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Memories caress him, as he sleeps it all away

But he’s brought back to consciousness in the bed where he lay

Life begins at forty, or, so they say

And he opens another bottle, to start a new day.