Originally posted 2016-03-04 12:00:53.
You make your entrance
Without the flair
You used to show
When once you cared.
Straight to the bar
With money out,
Eager beaver
It’s your shout.
You wish me well
And hug me tight,
A special birthday,
My special night.
I watch you down
Another one,
I hear you claim
You’re having fun.
I used to turn to look at you
With pride and awe
And some love too,
But now I have to look away
As drink comes in
And love’s at bay.
