eugene kuo, 26 September 1992
"What should I do, my life is a mess!"
The young man cried to me.
He picked up his glass, and toasted his lass
Then drank it one, two, three.
He stepped back from the bar, grabbed my left arm
And walked me into the night.
We walked for a mile, then he stopped and smiled
Pointing at the moonlight.
"You see the soft glow that lies there so low
Far off in the gentle glade?
That's where I found love, I thought, but what's love?
Just a moment passed in the shade."
With a shrug he walked off, stumbled and coughed,
Lurching this way and that.
And I, all alone, watched him walk home
Then turned to my own in the night.
26 September 1992
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