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.
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.
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.
Yes, sad indeed EM, the silver lining was that my Nephew Fireman (Now a Battalion Chief) did not die in the Towers because after the first attack the City shut down the tunnel to Staten Island otherwise he would have died with his men, his brother had a Class at the Towers that day but after the first plane struck a Policeman told him to get away from there, he ran to the Staten Island Ferry with people jumping in the water to get on the Ferry, it was then he saw the second plane hit the second Tower. I thank God for his hand in our lives, I was retired and when I turned on the TV I thought at first why are they showing smoke stacks but when I realized what it was I cried and prayed, heart breaking seeing people falling to their deaths.
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
Thanks Gel, life can be a veil of tears indeed!
When we are young life is fun, as we age we turn that page, we begin to remember the valley's more than the mountain peaks which is what the heart seeks! I put my reply in a special poem for you.
Thanks Denise, isn't it so true that only having experienced those things are you able to comfort others who are downtrodden and broken having been snared in the web of evil. This is also true for those sick and afflicted, I remember someone asking me; how do you know how I feel? I told them of having a life threatening illness, given the Last Rights, falling off a ladder and temporarily being paralyzed but alive and well today. Regards, Ken
3 years ago
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!