Another branch has broken,
On my tree of life.
Where do I go from here,
Started to numb not from beer.

Trouble is I raise a glass,
To all that are no longer here,
To all that I miss,
At the end of every year.

I seem to be in a funk,
Drinking a little.
Of there tipple,
Think I'm getting drunk.

Still as time passes,
I seem to be emptying.
More and more glasses,
Even though I still feel,
It takes a long time to heal.

Don't wish to be melancholic,
How can I get drunk on beer.
When every one that I drink,
Turns out non alcoholic.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-05 at 08:10

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
words we write are a big comfort to us. stay rested and well. thanks for dropping by here. A beautiful poem indeed.

urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
try to stay positive ok?
nice Sunday