Laid in bed I hear the rain

Trickle, gurgle down the drain

Feel it drip into my brain

Dismal, dreary day again

Open up the curtain wide

Look at all that grey outside

Feeling just the same inside

This day has already died

Stand and wonder what to do

Write or paint or something new

Anything to stop these blues

Anything except the booze

Turn and see the crumpled bed

Funny thought flies through my head

One day I will be here dead

Think today I’ll rise instead

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