The Drinker
The Drinker
I don't know where it comes from
Or why it's there today,
And though I seem so sunny
The inside's always grey...
There's stress inside my body...
Emotions running wild.
I must dilute the strong until
I'm mellow and they're mild.
I know that I'm a drinker
and guess I'll always be --
staying up too late at night
For one more drink, you see.
I wake up in the morning
All ready for the day...
Sometimes I vow I'll quit, again...
But those vows never stay.
I work all day without a sip,
Then evening rolls around...
The Me that most will never know
Can drink you to the gound.
Jim Kistner Jr
9-29-2009
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