Prose
Cheers!
| I keep emptying, Glass after glass. Trying to forget What I recall. Some memories are NOT worth keeping, After all… Memory is indeed, A funny thing. We live out Lives making them. But without love, Nothing is remembered. After all… I’ve kept giving, Hoping for love. Made many millions, For other people. I am unknown, without a dime. After all… I’ve been homeless. I’ve been kind. I’ve been ruthless. I’ve been happy. I’ve been sad. I’ve gone mad. After all… I can’t recall What I need. So CHEERS! Cheers to my memories. Cheers to my past. Cheers to my oblivion. PLEASE, Refill my glass. |
