21^st August 2021

Please note, this is just a poem, it does not reflect me at the present but may resonate with some.

Midnight?

That’s not my time

At least, not at my time of life

Cocoa’s long been drunk

Teeth cleaned, and into the arms of Morpheus

But when I was younger

Fifty years younger

Oh, how I remember

Or rather, I don’t

Was I drunk?

Those years I can’t recall

Those pints of ale

That singing

The darts

Those laughs with my mates

Most of them gone too

All vanished, like butterflies in winter

They may be there, but…

I remember them not

I ask, was I drunk?

Was I drunk?

But now

Dementia

…and now… I wish I were drunk.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Midnight – August 19, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)