Author Richard Aldington When I drink wine, bitter thoughts leave me. Why should I weary myself with tears and anxiety and distress? I have to die and I hate it! Why should I spend my life wandering about? Drink! Drink the wine-god! Bitter thoughts vanish before him. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments