The Lonely Old Cat Lady
The Lonely Old Cat Lady
There was this lonely old cat lady
With twenty odd cats and even two dogs
Slumbering and purring around her veranda
She stared at each passerby while feeding her stray
I wondered if there is a broken heart
Among the constant petting
Or a love lost within the voice
That scolded the noisy children
And not far away, I saw this drunken old man
Lying on the street, singing aloud
I was sure between-em there was a story untold
I sipped my smooth whisky and thought of her pout
By Hans Albert Lewis
the drunkard is the poet right?
The poet is only assuming….he wonder’s of a tiny possibility of state, that he could end up in.
Otherwise, The Poet is a perpetual drunk