21st 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)
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