Tipsy

     Tipsy 

I was tipsy last night.
Quite enjoyed it!
Drinking just a thimbleful one time a year,
And there was I, a stumblebum, but clear in head;
Dutifully fulfilling all that needed
To be done:
A charming, wonderful sensation – fun!

And yet, I thought about my liver.
Will I ever? No, I’ll never
Be a drinker.
I’m too much a thinker – and a Jew,
And if you didn’t know
We Jews are not great drinkers,
Just great thinkers.

Chastened sinners on Yom Kippur;
Nobel winners;
Alcohol not in our tribe.
And so, not likely I’ll imbibe
Too many jiggers of sweet wine or booze:
Too many calories.
And I don’t want to lose
My liver’s life too soon –
Or looks, or senses or the boon
Of brain and knowing
Who I am
And who I’m born
To be.
Tipsy 7.1.2017/revised 7.1.2021 Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

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