One Night
One night I surprised myself, by answering the question:
What kind of man am I?
My intent had surely been less than pure when, my sights set on a certain girl, I offered wine, thinking, "one glass may do the trick, and if not I'll offer more."
To my surprise, one glass caused a sweet sadness to emerge. A second glass (for consolation), brought forth tears and a third (in desperation (mine)) unleashed a torrent of disparaged weeping that no words could quell. By the time the bottle was dry I knew my adolescent goal was thwarted and the proof of my mettle lay before me.
And so I lent my ear, my hand, my careful comfort, and swore to next time choose whiskey, or beer.
What kind of man am I?
My intent had surely been less than pure when, my sights set on a certain girl, I offered wine, thinking, "one glass may do the trick, and if not I'll offer more."
To my surprise, one glass caused a sweet sadness to emerge. A second glass (for consolation), brought forth tears and a third (in desperation (mine)) unleashed a torrent of disparaged weeping that no words could quell. By the time the bottle was dry I knew my adolescent goal was thwarted and the proof of my mettle lay before me.
And so I lent my ear, my hand, my careful comfort, and swore to next time choose whiskey, or beer.
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