We often drink to swim in sorrows past

Only to relish in the marvel of their sweetened complexions

 

Seasons seem to bear no malice on thoughts and actions spent

Worlds apart from modern conviction

 

We often drink to swim in sorrows past

Retired disappointments we find abandoned

 

We often drink to swim in sorrows past

To find them snug and sound ….

 

….no longer our bedded companions

 

 

Jacob Connley

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