Keepin Tabs

It comes out more
when he’s had too much to drink.
Old memories of his raisin
between slides and tweaks.

He said, I’m not a good guy
cuz where I come from
this fella right here,
All the bad I’ve done...
See, the town where I lived
is not like this.
You fight for your pride
bustin doubled fists.
Drink til you can’t.
Work’s plenty rough.
I am who I am
Mum raised me tough.

Your place right here,
simple to see,
complacent is raised.
Naive's easy, least wise to me.
I’m not puttin you down.
Don’t take me wrong.
Just a disclaimer
for the words of this song.

His spin is deliberate
bona fide, true.
It’s the drinkin tonight
that’s brought out the blue.
Shot glasses filled
a toast is in hand
while the liquor tonight
remembers this man...
and the whiskey, tonight
remembers this man.

SadieLu©2013

How sad.

This made me think of someone I will always love...His beautiful heart saturated to ease the pain of an abusive childhood, one that left him too broken to face the harsh winter wind...

My Grampa drank, though this is not about him. It is always sad when one is so young. Thank you all. Sometimes the thoughts need a place. This is a good one, good friends.