That was it, downed and gone now, no more
An empty glass, the finish that actually begins
Each year, tradition dictates the final drink
Guinness, the black gold, nectar of the gods
Now gone, my final drink, my last glass
June has faded away into the past tense
Before long the month of July rises up
A month to reflect, a time to be … dry
No more drinking for me until the eighth
Raise the funds, to help fight the big ‘C’
Proudly I will say, in remembrance of dad
'Nothing for me thanks, I am Dry this July'
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I'm Dry this July to raise money to help people and families affected by Cancer, if you can and are willing, please donate here:
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S.K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
A lady that's all class with a touch of sass! Focusing lately on short stories and poetry drawn from life experience.
Debut novel The Knights of Avalon out now! (Book II Coming soon!)
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Comments (2)
A well written poem for a meaningful cause 💕 Wishing you all the best on the dry July.
Your mention of raising funds to fight cancer and remembering your father adds a heartfelt touch to the narrative, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.