She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight
An unsweetened courage in her hands
Moonshine and beneath
Are reasons to finish a drink
And in the middle of it all
Are dried up memories of some boy
She entailed to forget
Category: poem
But He Still Has To Go Home, Poetry by Keith A. Hopps
He wakes up early,
trying to catch his dreams before they die
The good feeling warms him,
maybe today he won’t have to cry.
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