Love Poem: Sober and Somber On the Morrow
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Written by: Edward Schmitz

Sober and Somber On the Morrow

In truth we have but played a game To which is given no real name We drunken participants grow more sane Last night our passions were as dire As hell's unholy fork-tongued fire This morning we are lame For truth lies beyond the meat Beyond our flesh, our blood and bone To something that's more permanent And more ageless than stone To this I beg of no regret That I may love another yet