Found beer! found beer! <br />How I love my found beer! <br />Sometimes frozen, sometimes hot <br />Mostly flat, seldom a lot. <br />Depending on how it lands <br />Sometimes a few swallows, <br />Sometimes only a sip. <br />Yet when I find a can, <br />I feel the thrill <br />Of the old-time hunter gatherer. <br /> <br />Some cans I find along the shoulder <br />Thrown from cars by guys <br />Homeward bound from work. <br />Though they should know better <br />Still I'm their grateful debtor. <br /> <br />Some I find in the woods by the lake <br />Tossed by kids on a bender. <br />One kid, as a joke, pissed in his <br />And left it for a friend. <br />I tasted it by mistake. <br />I made sounds like the cops <br />And chased them through the woods. <br />Some I tripped in poison ivy, <br />Some I tangled in a bog, <br />Some weren't rescued till the morning <br />When police, family and neighbors <br />Came out looking. <br /> <br />The best're from a neat old lady, <br />Herself a confirmed white-wine drinker. <br />Some days she leaves a pair of Bud Lites <br />On either side of a gravestone, <br />Excellent full, fresh, cold ones, <br />Tasting of the sad zest of life. <br />I watch her when she returns <br />And looks at the empties, <br />Set just as she left 'em. <br />Though she knows it's just kids, messing with her, <br />Still somewhere, she feels a stupid hope <br />That her husband hasn't completely left her.<br /><br />William L Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/found-beer/
