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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

Posted in Poetry and tagged bar, beer, bottle, lager, poem, poetry, tavern, toast

8 thoughts on “my dear friend beer”

brudberg on August 5, 2012 at 11:51 am said:

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

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J Matthew Waters on August 5, 2012 at 2:11 pm said:

Thanks, Björn, cheers!

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cyberbonn on August 6, 2012 at 10:14 am said:

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

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- J Matthew Waters on August 6, 2012 at 7:19 pm said:
  
  Thanks, Bonnie. Cheers.
  
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Lola Marina (@lolapowers) on August 6, 2012 at 3:26 pm said:

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

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- J Matthew Waters on August 6, 2012 at 7:19 pm said:
  
  Thanks so much, Lola 🙂
  
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lscotthoughts on August 9, 2012 at 2:40 pm said:

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

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- J Matthew Waters on August 9, 2012 at 5:00 pm said:
  
  Thank you for visiting my poetry blog. 🙂
  
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