In some dimly lit nook, Sean drowned himself

In some lackluster stew with brown ale from the shelf.

As he pondered unicorns and his torrid life

Filled with dreary dismal same old days with wife;;

Endless friendless mindless work and nights of numbness.

Teary eyed with childhood but a distant remiss.

Sean shrugged and stumbled toward some kind of a relief

To some tattered den of solitude in washroom brief.

As he tidied up his gaunty look in mirror,

Some veil was lifted that in moments became clearer.

Some light broke through the cracks; gateway to fair Erin.

Some small bearded shape appeared to beckon Sean in.

As Sean took in winsome world,of elves and fairies,

The door began to fade from view, this chance he’d seize.