Leaving on his mind.
One of these days down the road
He was heading to a place where the water tastes like wine
Plans, dreams, don’t you just have to have them?
Sipping his scotch and water
Leafing through travel brochures
Pondering.
To whom it may concern
True love comes just once in a lifetime
Promised he once was.
Today is a rainy day in his home town
Showers of tears flooding from his eyes
Product of a broken heart.
He had a sorry tale to tell
Or he was on the sad road to hell
Please, allow me tell you how the story ends.
Some days are diamonds
Some days, like crawling into a snake pit.
Pity him not, he’s shortly heading to that place
Where the water turns to wine.
© Chris Black.
6th April 2020
Poetry from The Man Shed
~The Poet’s Poet~
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