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START OF THE DAY

He starts each day,
The same old way.
By putting my pants on,
One leg at a time.

Climbing into a bottle,
To frighten the day away.
By drinking himself down,
God it's good being alone.

Life's to deep to measure,
When your in denial.
So you carry on drinking,
Without the reason why.

At the end of the rainy days,
You go home once again.
Alone as it's always been,
And brush the day away.

Then she came along smiling,
Like a whirlwind across the land.
Her perfume swept across him,
She offered him her fragile hands.

He had no more masks to wear,
As he glanced into her eyes.
He could see himself living there,
Looking at her he buried himself
in her lies.

Life's to deep to measure,
When your always in denial.
So he carrys on drinking everyday,
While he brushes the tears away.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley