Thursday 28 April 2011

poem-A drink

  With glass, I am a man – or so I think!
At least I am when blessed with courtly drink:
A gin or two, then vintage port or wine
To pep me up and gift me with a shine.

I know it’s false, as I now must depend
Upon my daily shots with open end.
Insidious, it all becomes routine
To beg a drink each day for self-esteem.









BY FARRAH UMAIRAH KHATTUL ANUAR

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