Hello Ken,

A word from the wise here in regards to partying and the often miserable consequences that too much alcohol can bring.
It can be funny; it can often be not too serious. But as this poem alludes to with real black humour, this kind of life can be very destructive.

Well written as always,

SL

Hi Ken, sorry I didn't comment sooner. I did read but had to get back to work.

This is a great, insightful piece as always by you and I can see that for many it's relatable. Drinking ourselves in to a stupor is what many people class as a good night but I believe a good night is one you can remember lol. This kind of life can become very destructible to many.

All the best, Em

Thanks SL and EM, I remember when I worked in Wall Street, made friends with some High Life Stock Brokers, they threw a private Party at Windows on the World atop the Twin Towers, we drank $75.00 bottles of the best Champagne, no limit. One of the Brokers said to me and my friends to pick a date and he would have a Helicopter on top of the Chase building take us to Atlantic City, all free! Windows on the World was awesome for the view of the harbor, the Statue of Liberty looked so small (Been in it to the top, its not small!) The toilets were all gold plated. How did a poor boy from Staten Island get here I thought! EM you reminded me of this event and others like I saw Harry Truman live and stood 8 feet from Ronald Reagan with a Secret Service man on each side of me with their earbuds, the lights were on Reagans face he looked right at me and I still remember his smile! I believe it was the Lord and his love and pity for me to give me these special things that how many others would experience in their whole lives, I will always treasure the "Good Times". My wife and I ate at Windows on the World a few times, our hearts still feel the pain for those and all others that lost their lives, our daughter-in law lost her Uncle, he only went to the Towers one day a year, he was there on 9/11, my friend's only daughter also died that day, in seven days we will join with all in prayer for those who lost relatives, loved ones and our Police and Fireman.

Lovely story, Ken and some lovely sentiments.

Thanks SL, all true!

What a beautiful but sad story Ken.

My dear Ken, your poetry holds so much wisdom to it and I honestly hope that more young people would listen. Very sad. Be blessed and take care.

Oh what a sad heart felt piece. .The emotion is tasteful as well as the choice of words. .. I can feel the sadness. I'm Sorry if my eyes skipped this beautiful piece.
been busy finding my old piece. it's worth reading Ken

take care. .

Gel

I've been there I must admit and glad those dreaded days are over. Sometimes we just don't think and yes end up with shame.
Shame on us, love the poem

Nothing is hidden under sun _that's my greatest lesson in Life. All we hide, someday comes to light _to ridicule or cheer us on. I'm no better victim than most _thankfully, now testimony.
I certainly hope all learn this. You never cease to amaze me!