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I’m too.... old, to sit

To listen to lullaby’s.
To comfort me and aid my sleep.
Or have the touch of soft hands, ...
sooth my brow.
‘‘Tis alcohol I need !
To slay my demons, and kill my dreams.
For, there’s a wish out there.....
Somewhere, in the void.
That’s been forgotten .....
And it lays within the dust.
In the midst, of dead men’s bones.
And drink fuelled conversations.
Where melancholy, is my want.
Where the shadows of heroes
Are long and dark
And I am lost