poem of the day 10.10.12

a pretty good life

i’ll admit

there are days that exist

just to get the drink

days where i wander around the city

checking my watch

waiting for the bars to open

movies that i half-watch

just to get to the wine

and conversations that i speed through

to get the next round of beer

coming

nights where i sit on the couch

and just drink and drink and drink

whisky

doing nothing else in the process

at times i’ll stop to consider this

wonder if i’m doing it all wrong

selling myself short

and not living my life to the fullest

but then i see people

walking down the street

stone sober and shouting into

their cell phones

or see these grim faced zombies

pushing a baby carriage

down the block

so helpless and sad

that i tell myself

don’t worry about it

because next to those people

you’re living

a pretty good life.