Come drink with me <br />on this lonely night <br />you who are weary <br />of life's misery. <br /> <br />Come and hear my story <br />on this lonely night <br />you I know <br />who also have a story to tell. <br /> <br />Can't you see? <br />the moon is guilty to see us both <br />drinking together <br />in the middle of life's misery. <br /> <br />Oh, the moon <br />though sometimes gives us hope <br />he too may be weary <br />witnessing life's misery. <br /> <br />Come drink with me <br />on this lonely night <br />you who are gazing <br />to the lonely moon. <br /> <br />Come drink with me all not long <br />and in the morning ask the rising sun <br />what present she has <br />to offer us.<br /><br />Marites C. Cayetano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-drink-with-me-2/
