for the unknown composers

oh how i love to drink and to cry.
i have a weakness
it’s called
my heart
but there is always time
for classical music.
and so night falls
i have missed appointments
i have a mortgage waiting for payment
i have
so much i am now thankful for.
i fall weak to my vices again tonight
but tonight
it’s different
at last, at last.
there is a balance.
a new year hovers on the horizon.
i have well wishes to give,
i have people who think of me
and maybe smile
when i am not there.
it could be worse.