Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
By Gunslinger
I guess I must crazy, I made the fateful choice. And yet I sit and hunger- And I long to hear your voice... I once sent you a letter- Your reply was quite subdued. I felt so very foolish... And my careless haste I rued. We're dreamers in a fantasy To think that love will grow. We're destined to be lonely, And by now we ought to know... That the poet's hearts are crystal- So easily they break- We die inside each time we write For someone else's sake. And sit alone and lonely- In solitude, and cry- And someday, in the darkness, Each one of us will die. And no one here will miss us- We are the castaways- Who dream of how things used to be- Back in the good, old days- So here's to you, you poor recluse- And now I'll tell you why... Let's eat, drink, and be merry, for- Tomorrow we shall die. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 04:36 PM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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"I guess I must crazy,..."