To Your Health

Between two train – or

Between two bus departures

There’s no other place than

A pit stop at the nearest pub.

It’s difficult to find somebody

Comparatively educated

Or just somebody

Who could be a worthwhile

Collocutor to a poet

Who has no attitudes toward

People who are able

Expressing themselves with

Passion for life.

So the poet sticks to his

Unlined notebook and a glass

Of red wine

Having helped ageing Mr T

And also has to conduct the

Life of a writer as well.

In his hostile atmosphere

At a bed-sitter he shares with

His spouse of long standing.

Age has cropped up on the

Partners

Mixed with physical pain and

Wounds of the heart that

Never heal completely.

Prost! To your health.

Red wine.

Red.deR

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.

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