Fine wineA Poem by Caroline B A MaguireSober 3 years ( and not counting!)
I used to drink you know
It's been 3 years I'm not counting the months or the weeks anymore And definitely not the days Strangely it wasn't hard... And I loved to drink. Yet quitting was OK This time Because I had tried before Many (many) times But the sweet romance Of a chilled glass of white Always won me back But this time was different Because I'm older? Maybe. Too many weekends lost in hungover stupor Finally made me see sense When I looked down the road in front of me And saw A glimpse And it wasn't romantic at all More like a horror story... So I quit And it wasn't hard Once I decided That story wasn't for me. © 2021 Caroline B A MaguireReviews
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