Poem -
empty chair,s
hand to mouth at the kitchen tableÂ
empty chair,s for companyÂ
not a sole to share a wordÂ
no one here but meÂ
time slowly passes like that clock on the wall
reminding me i am on my ownÂ
there was a time when all was mineÂ
now left with an empty home
my mind asks the questionÂ
was it really worth all this
was it better to drink from a bottle
than to give your loving wife a kiss
such a fool am i
and the pain i did bring
i drank those bottles of whiskeyÂ
now i have lost everythingÂ
empty chairs in front of meÂ
are now painted in dustÂ
my iron heart beating in my chest
has crumbled away into rustÂ
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Iron doesn't crumble so easily. It is made to lastÂ