Yearly Gratitude

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the rhythms and the rhyme

that you taught 

patiently caught

awry thoughts and lines

Thank you for the music and the sun

for the stillness and the run

that chased around a restless mind

calmed it, tamed it, set it on fire

and cooled it off again

Thank you for new friends and old

for the wishes and the hugs

for dirt under rugs

drunken dances, funny accents

wishful talks and determined plans

for meetings, separations

Christmas trees and Independence days

Thank you for the thankless jobs

woolen socks, 

ruthless bosses and weekends off

Salesmen Santas in shopping malls

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the very various smiles

heartbreaks and flimsy lies

that you caught

patiently taught

me life.

A Drunk Man at your Service!

 

Hello to the ladies, Hello my Sirs

Hello to the passing laughing blurs

Hello to the gods, to the priests and the sods

And to the beggars, my friends, and the lot.

A drunk man at your service!
 

I drank for good today,

and for bad the one before

for sadness on the first of may,

and for victory on the fourth.

A drunk man at your service!

 

Through the whiskey and the rum,

And the vodka in the some.

I've plunged and plagued

in the bottles, all my plays!

A drunk man at your service!

 

You can find me on the corner,

all the colorful narrow streets.

You can find me as a dying man,

Or a buried lover's retreat.

You can find me in shiny groups

of the merry and the rue.

or find me in places some

dead, dying and new.

And sometimes in you.

A drunk man at your service!

 

 

* A drunk is always in the race to becoming one of the most ugliest and pitiful sights.