what is life without a smoke and a beer
freely given and freely recieved
like the love from your friends?
life’s little joys to be consumed
and forgotten in the moment.
happiness tends to be transitory
like the light zipping past you from the sun
or one smoke and one beer when they’re done.
Untitled Poem #160
Posted: April 29, 1993 in PoetryTags: Beer, Friend, Joy, Light, Love, Smoke, Untitled
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