Drunk

Last night was calm and subtle ,
Until at my doorstep a drunk man stumbled.
He sang and sang until I opened the door
He sang some of my favorites so I asked him to sing once more.
He sat on my steps and gave me an encore.
His face was swollen maybe from weeping
His eyes seemed tired, showing a lack of sleeping.

I question the drunk
“O the stranger why do you drink, is it the pain of life or the pain of love that you sink in? “

He smiled and laughed at the question I asked
He laughed until he fell asleep.
His life seemed to be in vain,
To me so similar felt his pain.

Next morning I woke up at my door step and promised myself not to drink ever again.

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