The Drink/Poetry

  The Drink When oft we cry for lack,   our coffers seeming scarce. Is it for hunger that we cry, and envy others’ shares? When what we eat seems dull,   displeasing to our taste, we toss it out, begin again, ignoring what we waste. Drink only that which makes us numb, forgetting is the rule of thumb. With slur, recite our world of woes dissect our friends, devour our foes. Would we but turn our heads toward the flower beds And quietly observe The tiny ones who serve. Nimbly stepping over every bloom and clover to spread the … Continue reading The Drink/Poetry