The drunken man waddled around
Trying not to fall on the ground.
He was a low man turned a tope.
Alcohol was his only hope.
He had lived a pathetic life:
Divorced by his greedy wife,
Betrayed by his only brother,
orphaned by his selfish mother,
Fired by his thoughtless boss,
And saddened by progeny loss.
Memories he never wanted to recall.
He wished and tried to bury them all.
He wished his misery to stop and end.
His self wanted the heavenly ascend.
It was a cold, dead and foggy night.
His drunken state made him alight.
He sat down on the wet road and cried.
Tears rolled down and he wished he died.
A speeding car made its debut.
His wish, finally, came true.
Author notes
I wrote this while listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.
Written October 28th, 2006
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Thanks for making a grown man cry, lol..
Seriously, well worded and expressed, thanks for sharing,
and please keep that ink filled.
Peace, Timothy ~ ~ ~ -
Aaah you're right! It's moonlight sonata. i'm sorry.
I changed it. Thanks.
Edited on Oct 29, 9:22 p.m. because ''. -
Well for one, I LOVE Beethoven.. I'm not sure i've heard of Midnight Sonata...... Unless you mean Moonlight Sonata..It's an honest mistake. And this was such a great write, it's hard to get rythming together, while making sense to BRAVO to you on that one!
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