Alcohol, Time, and Guilt--My Big Allies
Alcohol, time, and guilt--my big allies
To survive you, really, my only hopes
In case you shield yourself from truth with lies:
All three present very slippery slopes
You are a drunk like your mother and me
You grow less able with each passing year
The things you've done devastate morally
With each tick-tock of the clock your doom nears
For myself, I'm dealing with the drink
Though slowing of foot, I'm younger at heart
I still push things ever to the brink
But I'm trying to straighten out my part
    Answers to all lie in recovery
    May you one day make this discovery.
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