Rita (Poem)

One time Rita spent an evening in a barroom,

Where bottomless whiskey flowed

then she stumbled so confused & helpless,

out into the bitter snow,

Thankfully the barman found

her husband’s number in her phone,

Because Rita would have frozen to death

trying to find her own way back home,

When she sobered up the next day,

Rita apologized,

she was thankful to be alive

she never touched another drop of whiskey

for the rest of her life

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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