I worked hard today, and I am sober,
however high - could even say unclean.
But I write for me - not you the reader
- easier that way to say what I mean.
Poetry helps me find what that might be
- to learn at the end of a day helps
give reason to responsibility
and purpose for questions we had as whelps.
I look forward to my next drink, not for
comfort - I work for that, but to enjoy.
I may then no longer be sober, or
clean, but much less likely to have much ploy
Comfort and joy is what I have found here
may you each find such with so much to hear.
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