Sunday, 12 April 2015

Same again Ben by Grant Harbison

It was always the same with Ben
“Would ye like another?”
“Aye, same again.”
Stubborn as a mule
Ben would never bend
Each night in the pub he’d try to stay to the end
All that mattered to Ben was drink
One glass after another he’d tenaciously sink
Drink until he was shown the door
Drink until he fell to the floor
No one liked Ben
Ye ken
He was a sour faced loner without a friend
And no one gave a damn on that cold winter night
When he’d crawled out of the pub
What happened after that?
Naebody kens
It was the last time he was seen
Same again Ben

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