At dawn the man wakes up from sleep
And answers the worries he tried to drink away
Divorce suits and lost jobs make injuries too deep
But there's no will, and there's no way
So how can he hope for a better day?
In the morning the landlord comes for the rent
They play the ancient game of hide-and-seek
In the camp of the homeless he has to pitch his tent
And search for a new job till his muscles are weak.
At Noon the shadows come out to dance
Their lengths varying has the sun crawls by
The man curses the loss of another chance
As he laments to the hearing of passers-by
At Dusk the demons come out of hiding
Announcing the day has come to an end
With a bottle of alcohol and a sad tune he's singing
He welcomes Darkness, his old friend.
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I am dedicating this poem to @Dolores and her giveaway contest. I hope to win her giveaway contest, this is what I can give her and I know she appreciates it. Enjoy!!
there are many people who, after a failure in life, do not accept reality, and drown in alcohol, and with vice they will never have a motivation to continue fighting.