it used to be
a glass of whiskey
was all that was needed
to put ghosts to sleep
but whiskey
an old dear friend
just isn’t up to the task
anymore
and I am beyond that crutch
now I face these old ghosts
and we converse
I listen to the old laments
the missed opportunities
the things not said
a hand not held
and commiserate
for one day
I too will be an old ghost
with my own regrets to tell
to whatever poor soul
awake at night
who will listen
and then I too
will grow drowsy
and fall asleep
after unburdening my sins
like these old ghosts
these friends of mine
who slumber around me
at peace for one more day
until night falls again
and their minds get working
reliving those past transgressions
omissions
that they need to recant
once again
to me
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Leonard Durso 
Reflective and thoughtful ~ words pair very nicely with the emotion.
Thank you. West. I appreciate this comment.
Great piece
Thanks, Sheldon.
Lindo poema….. 🙂 🙂
Obrigado. Mirna.
I’ll toast to my ghosts too…. Today!
One should since it helps to give them peace, and, in turn, you, too.
I have much to learn from your writing style, Leonard – much that as is begging me to force past the form I have created myself inside. Well done…
Thank you, Christopher, for such a kind comment. But we all learn from each other as long as we remain open to learn.
Indeed…and you are quite welcome
I hate when autocorrect strikes, and I can’t attend to it! Haha
Yes, you have to be very careful when typing if you want to say what you want to say. Technology can sometimes work against us.
Enjoyed it!
Thank you.
Riveting, charging…nurses the eyes. Thank you Leo.
Thank you, Nina. I’m glad you liked it.