Moving into the setting sun,
Seems a waste to me.
Catching spoonfuls of rain
Happens at a lower rate.
…
Inebriated groundhogs
Come stumbling into the light.
Sworn judges of character flaws
Rub the whiskey right.
…
Start a feel for better days.
Count them as they come.
Drink to your health.
Don’t drink again.
…
I have no more
Sugar to pour.
Can you see me
Spinning on my axis?
…
Can you see the can’ts
Flow into a tantrum?
Stop the stance.
Catch the roaming home.

This is lovely, Gordon. I especially like the last four lines. There’s a lot of wisdom there.
Thank you, Bob. Really happy that you liked it!