Jim Croce wanted to put time in a bottle, and I accomplished that fact. <br />It didn't matter, a bottle, a can or a glass, I drank my life away, and that's that! It was so easy to pour another hour away, buying happiness covered with foam. <br />Now my REGRETS are all piling up, and it's a lonely life that I roam. One for the road, One for lost love, and one for the courage to dance. <br />One drunken life now leaves me alone, when I should be sharing romance. It's easy to say I never dropped a drink, but then again, how would I know. <br />God had blessed me with a special blue-green-eyed woman to love, <br />drunkenly, that did I blow! My bottle of life floats down the river of time, the message inside short and SAD. <br />I could have been happy, her love left intact, thus my drunken life leaves me, <br />empty and MAD!<br /><br />Arlyn H. Navis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regrets-12/
