poetry by j matthew waters

my dear friend beer

i am never alone
as long as beer
is nearby
whether she be
in the refrigerator
or at the corner store

after a long day at work
i try to recall
the night before
wonder if any beer
is left before i stop
to buy some more

at happy hour
my friends say
final final final
as we clank
our frosty mugs
to toast another round

when life is less bright
i cry in my beer
and swallow my tears
but when life is grand
i raise my hand
to give praise with a beer

some say heaven
there is no beer
but i say
to hell with that
please bury me
with six pack in hand

august two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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8 thoughts on “my dear friend beer

  1. I can only comment that with Cheers 🙂 love this poem.

  2. Thanks, Björn, cheers!

  3. cyberbonn on said:

    Am NOT a beer drinker but love this. Can see and hear the frosty glasses clink. 🙂

  4. Like the poem, but not a fan of beer drinking.

  5. I don’t like beer either, but my husband does, occasionally, so your poem resonates! Love it! Cheers! 🙂

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