In all walks of life, we guzzle Oh, how we love to sit and guzzle As babes at our mother’s breast We’d take her milk and guzzle As children playing with the rest We’d offer juice and guzzle As adults in our Sunday best We’d fill our glass and guzzle Our cars and houses also blessed As gas and money, they’d guzzle Until our waning years possessed Our souls and the love they guzzled Then they said, Erynn, let us rest For it was life we’d guzzled
The prompt for this poem was to “write a Ghazal about guzzling”.
I’ve never written a Ghazal before, so this was quite a challenge. How would you have written it?
To learn more about the Ghazal, visit the Poetry Foundation