We used to drink to remember
Now we drink to forget.
We once knew joy and fun
Now the patterns are set.
There’s little of age and old
It’s not the year but the mile.
Early deaths you’ve bought and sold
Remember when love was in style?
Passion but a memory
A ritual to pretend.
I disagree completely
My regards, I’ll send.
Send me an invite for Discord!
monk@anchorwind.net
