Dying In Drunk Love
The journal, the standard bearer of a secret life
The tears it took, all the years of wine
The writer, the cheating carer of a dying wife
Noting her decline, line by line
A jot in the journal and a fling of the flask
Then a visit to the wife is too much to ask
The journal is soggy and he is a sleep
The phone gets him groggy with a beep-beep-beep
Its the hospital she's in trouble!
He looks at himself quickly, at his unkempt stubble
He gets there too late though
But holds her high, then rests her low
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