Ballad Of A Drunk Saint

I met a man drunken, 

Dancing in the rain.

His cheeks all sunken,

His eyes looked insane.

 

I told him to stop,

The water is so cold.

One slip and you will flop.

Don’t be so overbold.

 

He winked me a glare,

And asked me a why?

The rain was pouring

Yet my clothes were dry.

 

His question got me thinking,

My hundred worries and care.

What have you been drinking?

The secret can you share.

 

He laughed Oh so loud,

The tipsy swaying lout.

Thundering dark the clouds

Made darker by my doubts.

 

He beckoned me with a finger,

Be alive! He harped me to live.

This age will not linger,

All things fall by times sieve.

 

Jump and dance and sing,

To our heartbeats rhyme.

Stop and hear the drops ring

Money is not worth a dime.

 

And then I really saw him,

A drunkard he ain’t.

I had been so dim

He was a wine-ordained saint.

 

And that day I learned,

Worry not! Come what may.

Happiness has to be earned.

To live! That is the only way.