Ronnie’s Tale

Ronnie’s hands were shaking

as he fumbled with his keys

at the front door

Then he stumbled in the parlor

& he fell face down on the floor

He had just come in from Marty’s bar,

His breath reeked of whiskey

and anyone would tell you

He was a devastating sight to see

By: J.N.R Dutton








Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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