Sometimes I think on girls who drink
In order to go through
With what they feel they have to
I see their bright smile
And hear their laughter.
And when men’s fun is done
I wonder, do some pause and think
How young women’s smiles
And laughter, flow easily as drink?
Words to reflect on, Kevin 🌈
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you like my poem.
Maybe this is what’s called “new reality”? ;-/ xx Michael
Maybe so, Michael. Many thanks for commenting and enjoy your Sunday.