Not Today

At times my mind would like a drink,

I know in this my spirit would shrink;

All my hard work blown away,

I would despair for sure that day.

All I have within my soul,

Would surely anger to the bone.

Spiritually strong, my heart I see,

One drink may be the death of me.

Back again, a fool in time,

Drunken piddle, no more rhyme...

The shame would blow my mind!

Copyright Laurie Culley 2005.