This is something I wrote under the penname of don quixote.
Many a
days has gone and many water has flowed since then. I feel now even our
wasted moments are worth its weight in gold. because ''blink an eye and a moments lost forever''. So enjoy but also give me a feed back.
One more unfulfilled day is over
in a
life that is like a freefall
into this twilight of uncertainties
the deathly crimson of the evening skies
scurrying clouds of
discontent gang up to
threaten surely of the looming darkness
this
mind at the end of its tether
drawn tight by the ill luck that happen
like clockwork to the ones that wish it
a hedonist’s happiness that turned sour
there’s no joy hangin at the local bar
or the one night stands thereafter
only the murderous hangover from
the whiskey and a life that’s all wrong
so the days of discontent continue
and a quiet weekend at the house
the whiff of a scrumptious lunch
the lovely wife and the lovable brood
watching magic
sunsets from the front perch
are just hallucinations of a mind
that’s pickled in the finest malt brew.
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