Sunday, 24 June 2012

Overage Drinking

What made me feel so old,
so old beyond my years?
I am a vintage wine
in a pub full of cheap beers.

And no-one wants to take a sip.
No-one dares to let their guard slip.
I'm just another wasted drip
beyond the barmaid's tiring grip.

Maybe I should be served
from a different scene
where I'm appreciated
and the thirsty lips are keen.

But I have been waiting so long
to find somewhere that I belong,
maybe my taste is just too strong
cause still no takers come along.

And so I am the dregs
to those so afflicted
they just take whatever
from what they are addicted.

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