ONWARD BOTTLE SOLDIER

Wheres my young life today ?

Gone with the beers of May.

Glamour ads lure me on.

Just like kids from the farm.

An alleyway for home.

Tin cup song and all alone.

Elbow mighty at the bar.

Left cheek with a scar.

Blinded memory flight song.

New alley - yet not for long.

Work just seems to pass away.

Empty bottle, with no pay.

Society charity - wide door open.

Bottom barrel friends galore.

Years wilted - body and skin.

In the mirror looking very thin.

More glamour ads lure me on.

BIG TATTOO ON MY THIN ARM.

Last butt in the ash tray.

Sleep in the park till day.

A church bell did ring.

GODS calling me - and things.

from my poem book - DREAMS 3