WHISKEY BOTTLES AND HOLES IN HIS SOUL

Theres an old man sitting by the side of the road
With a whiskey bottle and a hand bearing heavy load
His eyes tell stories of dreams long gone
A life of misery but he keeps holding on

Open promises fading into the glare
With countless years of drinkin what did he expect
A mind filled with shadows, confusion and alone
Its so hard to remember in a heart made of stone

Will they remember that man on the side of the road
With a whiskey bottle and holes in his soul
Hes weathered the storms but still feels the rain
With countless reminders of heart ache and rain
With dreams of many and rewards of few
He’s living with a memory and ghosts of what he knew

He just turned 80 living on borrowed time
One foot in the grave ain’t got a single dime
No one knows what tomorrow might bring
A day of sunshine or a day that makes you sting

A pat on the back or a heart full of shame
A day of confusion or just playing the same game
With a bottle beside him hes lost in his thoughts
He said for lullaby’s for battles he lost

Will they remember that man on the side of the road
With a whiskey bottle and holes in his soul
Hes weathered the storms but still feels the rain
With countless reminders of heart ache and rain
With dreams of many and rewards of few
He’s living with a memory and ghosts of what he knew

The sun set in low casting shadows so long
A life full of missteps where did it go wrong
Counting the stars while forgetting those scars
Singing old country tunes beneath the dark bars

Deep down inside he still holds a spark
A glimmer of hope in the mix of the dark
With each passing moment hes searching for peace
A day to remember a finale release

With a whiskey bottle and holes in his soul
Hes weathered the storms but still feels the rain
With countless reminders of heart ache and rain
With dreams of many and rewards of few
He’s living with a memory and ghosts of what he knew

So if you pass by, lend him an ear
Share a kind word and wipe away a tear
For tomorrows not promised as stories unfold
Lets remember that man with his whiskey and tourn soul

Cause life is a tapestry woven with sorrow
But perhaps there’s a chance for a brighter tomorrow
The Depressed Poet comes from many years of suffering from Depression. While in the hospital for this a doctor suggested that I try my hand at poetry and that is where life changed for me. I wrote about things I never really thought of before like God, Jesus, Heaven and so on. I do not consider myself a great or good writer because, I am not. What I am is a man, who stumbles through his words, so he can make it through his days. I also host a podcast called, The Coffee and Prayer Series.