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A Glass of Coke
I stared into the fire,few drinkers at the bar
talk of school and rugby; the oval ball not for me,
listened by the fire to its crackling comfort,
boxes of logs and sticks drying for tomorrow.
A glass of Coke (Monday is my 'dry' day)
chatting with Di' who's drinking tea.
Could have stayed at home
not risked the slippery road,
The thaw was set, at least tonight,
change not out of place.
Home again to plan tomorrow,
where to go and what to eat.
talk of school and rugby; the oval ball not for me,
listened by the fire to its crackling comfort,
boxes of logs and sticks drying for tomorrow.
A glass of Coke (Monday is my 'dry' day)
chatting with Di' who's drinking tea.
Could have stayed at home
not risked the slippery road,
The thaw was set, at least tonight,
change not out of place.
Home again to plan tomorrow,
where to go and what to eat.
Published 16th Dec 2016
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16th Dec 2016 6:28pm
Some days can seem so monotonous, can't they, Kexby. But then there are those outings with special little things that grace the schedule with company, surroundings, and drinks. I remember when we were young we only had a coke once a week - I will always remember it.
This expresses both a melancholy of repetitive returning to monotony and yet adventure in what will be tomorrow.
This expresses both a melancholy of repetitive returning to monotony and yet adventure in what will be tomorrow.
16th Dec 2016 7:10pm
You and I have similar emotions. the empty Monday pub and its log fire the events that etch ones memory
