The Beauty Of A Beer Poem by R.M. Alexander
The Beauty Of A Beer
The heady scent,
Of a long cold pint.
That first sip,
Ahhhh.
I can feel it,
Coursing through my veins.
As the glass,
Slowly empties,
I cannot help but mourn,
For as much as I would love,
Another healing brew,
I know I mustn't,
For early I must rise.
So I slowly leave the bar,
and something in me dies.
Well you get the sympathy vote,9, from me. Did you have a cold when you wrote the last line?
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5/5/2024 6:23:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'll add my nine to his... Which reminds me I have an appointment with one on thursday; -) Amicalement votre Ronberge