He had it all, rode so high
upon crest’s in the sea if life
Wife, kids, home, car
and, a job he hated.
Soon,
a bottle took him to bed
or, wherever it was that
he fell.
Oh, yes, he fell
and kept on falling.
Time passed
that steady stream of full
and empty bottles became
his only friend
Lost his wife
kids, home and car
now, even
Shank’s pony will not
take him far
when he’s always
three sheets to the wind.
~*~
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As soon as I saw this photograph it reminded me of the expression; ‘three sheets to the wind’
For those interested:
Meaning of Shank’s Pony
Meaning of Three Sheets to the Wind
Shared with dVerse Poets Poetics: The photography of fellow blogger Tery S Amtutz
