contemplativeGrog
Drink the grog of memory's wipe,
make calm the angry mind.
Liquid refreshment can refresh,
yet there is more this fine drink.
So many flavors may be had,
mimic the pleasures of normal man.
With the tastes there is much more,
the spirits come to sooth the soul.
Mix the juice with ferment long,
prepared with craft the drinker's choice
made to loose the chains of life,
meant to ease the waking strife.
To walk becomes optional
when the drinks begin to flow.
Uneasy legs, slowed limbs also,
speak the mind and travel not.
Morning next is tough for some,
sound too loud, light to bright.
The ease of life becomes only pain
as self promises no more drinks.
This pledge does not last,
the memory must again be eased.
The spirit asks for drinking same,
to loose the hurt, hide the shame.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160313.
