Friend In A Bottle – POEM
by Daniel J Towsey
I met my first friend at the local tavern..
I was young.
My friend was Russian..
We got along very well..
The conversation was very liquid and easy…
We later parted and I unfortunately could not remember who my friend was.
I later found another friend.
This friend was as sweet as wine.
We kissed and embraced.
All was jolly.
Unfortunately later I could not remember my friend.
So I continued on and went in search of another friend.
I found another friend and took this one for a drive.
It was the last time I ever remember driving
because my friend took control of my steering wheel
and caused the death of another..
So I went and found a different friend.
I found an Irish friend, an English friend, a Scottish friend.
The local Liquor store was full of friends…
When my friend was gone I would just go get another one.
My friends did not judge me for my unshaven face, my wrinkled clothes,
or my appearance.
But passers by always judged me when I was not with my friend.
My friends hung out with me at the park or the local corner.
Sometimes a friend would spend the
cold night with me and we had great conversations.
I could speak to my friend about all my problems until I fell asleep.
My friend was always an empty friend in the morning.
And passers by judged me.
Everybody needs a friend.