A Lone Man's Lamentation - (C) 2/23/10 by Dan Sharpe.
A gentle whisper of a breeze,
softly stirs lethargic leaves.
A pale moon is a risin,
above the far horizon.
I sit here on this porch pew,
with my lonely thoughts of you.
As stars fall in the sky,
the tears fall from my eyes.
I take a swig and hug,
that damned self pity jug.
You'd think I'd had my fill,
but I keep swigging still.