All the toast have been made <br />The last pint drawn <br />A final melody is played <br />All hope is foregone <br /> <br />Silent walk in cool autumn’s moon light <br />A bottle stashed for a lonely time <br />Or just a winter’s night <br />Unleashed dreams was the crime <br /> <br />Truth of visions and things seen <br />Foretold when asked <br />Spoken honestly not cruel or mean <br />Bringing forth futures mask <br /> <br />The bottle becomes the friend <br />Till the cock grows in the morning <br />And sunlight rays are sent <br />Then for a time they are gone<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-seer/
