He Drank

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He drank

He drank in the morning, he drank at night

He drank on Sundays, an unholy sight.

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He drank to celebrate, he drank to mourn

He drank to forget himself and the day he was born.

He drank while he was married, and after his divorce

He drank to life, and the futility of remorse.

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And when it was time to atone, he had one more

And dropped alone to the river like a stone.