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
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 