It's a long time since I posted on Sunday Scribblings. But here's something I knocked up this morning for this weeks theme Wild.
The pub was full.
The craic was wild.
They had young men’s dreams, in old men’s bodies.
They talked of broken hearts and hearts they’d stolen.
They talked of regrets and hopes, missed chances and wasted opportunities.
They supped up their beer and then some more.
They cracked a few jokes.
They talked of friends passed on.
They watched the young women, through lust-filled eyes.
They cried a few tears and they laughed a few laughs.
And when the night was done, they said their farewells and they staggered to their homes.
To dream some more, live some more and regret some more in the loneliness of their drunken slumbers.