One for the Road

Maybe you'��ve drunk them, certainly you will
Have seen others do so.
Cold, unwanted, unenjoyed, silently consumed
In an engrossed fashion. The casual drinker not
Meeting the eyes of others, hiding their need.

No one wants to be lost, lonely in a crowd. The
Yearning hidden by the downcast eyes, all hearing
But not included. Isolated out of the warmth of
Human conversation and comfort.

How did it happen? Well it'��s usually a long story,
A few wrong turnings, some unfortunate chances,
With sad endings and with no one to listen. Still
There'��s always the numbing effect of the, "��one for
The road."��

rapscallion.....this is so true, what an insightful write....

awesome

Thank you, from you I take that as great praise. Oh and get some
trainers with high heels.
Bill

I learned from you two guys and there are another couple of
poets ,which I am sure you can guess. I am an apt pupil, but it
is still hard to lay out you're emotions, for all of the world
to read.
Lets meet in Spain