BOTTOM OF THE GLASS

 

Soft music the Guitar will play,

But what is it trying to say?

In the quietness I sit . . .

And suddenly her memory hits –

I look at the bottom of my glass,

And I think – yesterday passed!

I would go back if I could . . .

If only this whiskey understood:

I was young and out of control,

And the future I didn’t know –

Soft music the Guitar will play,

But what is it trying to say?

“Whiskey can numb the brain,

But your regrets will still remain!”

 

Thomas Theophilus© February 7, 2025