Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm



Once upon a time, not me
Never ever, would it, could it, have been me
There were the days of the liquid lunches
Happy hour sometimes stretched out to three

Early to every party, always the last to leave
Remembering didn’t seem to matter
Up every night until every friend had been drained
Best, only the best passed these lips

Days got missed, nights got longer
One by one to the last drop by drop
The haziness got deeper, the slope grew steeper
Happy became horror, relief a numbing stupor

Eyes tight shut as everything slipped away
Needing only to find that long time friend
Only now it isn’t the best, what ever can be found
Dropping down, dropping off, dropping dead


G.R. Hambley ©


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