Ramblings of a drunkard...
A drink, a large one should I say And the sleep follow it with. Lovely dinner, I should not forget They seem to place my mind. They seem to have healing effect. I seem lot calmer and cheerful I should, sincerely, accept. I still miss you Your thoughts still flood my head A little pain in heart, and moisten my eyes. But then aren't they always of deal? A deal, we called Move On, Concentrate on career and prosper. Both you and your family I have lost rhyme now, but the feelings exist I may say otherwise, but I still adore you