Counting
A night to remember
for sure
my friend!
Gives rise to
hopes
it will end.
Again I greet
the rising
early morning light.
Amid piles of guilt
heaped on me
by both last night.
Between a rock and
a hard place
as the old saying goes
Makes you wish
for the days of old.
When you could
just sit in a corner
counting your toes!