I remember my father loved a glass of beer
Most miners do
That gritty throat and all that dust
Beer refreshes you
So real ale was his tipple
And I enjoy it too
So when I do my shopping
It’s nice to get a brew
I heard a fellow one time
He was Jehovah’s witness
Spoke about his neighbour
As a man who ‘uses alcohol’
Well that’s one way of putting it
But I take another line
No I’m not using alcohol
I just like a glass of wine
And on this quiet Sunday
Not a sound or squeak
What shall I buy tomorrow?
As we begin another week
How about a bottle of wine
A wine of Sicily
I have it written down now
Feel better now already
Brian Fahy
1 May 2022
Erris Poetry 