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Drifting

by Lanny Patrick

 

Sweet, the supposed taste of love

Bitter, the end result of expectation

Whispering in tones of varied anger

Self-pity in the form of negation


Tipping empty cups in a toast

To things that we soon regret

Sifting endlessly though ashes

In the sands that time upsets

Father Time or Mother Dearest

Neither one has the knowledge

To point us in the right direction

Or enroll us in a social college

Hating the burn in our guts

Never daring to think it

Bottling pain like cheap Chablis

And making others drink it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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