mrdaft

Sipping, Slipping, Slamming the Gin Fizz
Seeing life for what it is
Even if they are out of fashion
Indulging the liquid passion
I have watched many a life's sunset
People easy to remember, hard to forget
Seen them all go slip away.
Feeling a new fear, doing it anyway
The skies are full of the blood red tint
Waiting upon a symbolic hint
The only thing that allows me through
Hopes of finding life's new clue
Echos of the past help me through the day
Not to dream our lives away.
Echos reverbate though all of time
With me withering on the crime.