More Clowns (Poetry)

You haven’t got long, it’s curtains they tell you
six months to a year, so it’s really as well you
gave up on the drinking but on with the show
since you’ve missed bowing out in a hazy warm glow

Much better be sober and facing your demons
than wined-up all boozy and blind to what’s coming
This life is a circus tent — loud the drum sounds
so drag out the bodies and send in more clowns