Presently I predict the future

[cold_dead_eyes]

Share a drink with me men of valor
For no dragons teeth keep you from your dreams
A mighty warrior afraid of no stings or screams
But I cannot relate your bravery with my pallor.

I’ll tip a glass to you, the morose
With the angry and angst-hearted I’ll sit
High upon my bar-stool throne I forfeit
With simple words this company I cannot engross.

A drink followed by another by another
An exercise with shaking hands grasp
This dirty glass brought to lips at last
Realization that I drink alone, please forgive me former lover.