The Last Half

Half the fortune . . .

Half the bottle . . .

Half that I was . . .

Half that is here.

So the past,

such bliss.

Becomes my drinks,

throughout my life.

Old lucre days

so poisonous to me.

Old friends now gone

so silent here . . .

One day that was,

a day I was.

A day that was not,

one day I was not.