Flowing With The Tide

A pint of beer goes down a treat in The Flowing Tide

And so I have another, trying to enjoy the ride

I float slowly home to where I reside

Stopping off at Govinda’s for some food prepared with pride.

The evening looms ahead, dark & long

I guess I’ll go to bed, since everything is wrong

Under my quilt, where I belong

I mournfully listen to song after song.