Low misty cloud swirls damp close to the ground
Ancient parlour pubs lined the terraced street,
Slurred speech from beer costing only a pound
And smoke from cigarettes hangs around their feet;
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As someone who has spent far too much time in pubs I can relate to this splendid poem. Spot on though as it can be a waste of a decent life but it is something that is part of the British way of life.A good insight!
A subject that few would attempt, you did. Try mine - Idle Folly - Adeline
A great picture David, I can't breathe because of the smoke. Well done
I feel I'm there with such a good word painting. Life in the pub so well drawn. Thanks for sharing BB : O)
nice sonnet...Dark lives-drinkers trying to hide wonderful
Great sonnet David - well written. Expresses pub life brilliantly.
A real truth, though a sad one. The choices one makes in their lives are always important.