If I could just
stop the drink
then I'd have more time
to think
more money to spend
on things that matter
and faster climb
the spiritual ladder
Reasons to drink
they are so many
while reasons to quit
are not so plenty
The strongest one
it seems to be
the fact that it's
so hard for me
to overcome
this one base urge
but for drinking
life's absurd
There was a time
I can remember
when I did not
crave a bender
loving life
and all it was
found no reason
for a buzz
What has changed
to make me so?
Dragging my past
and troubles
in tow?
Though still young
I must be jaded
bitter and bruised
demanding sedation
a billion concerns
encircle my mind
and getting them out
it takes too much time
Why give me this taste
for drink that's distilled
if not to use it
to lesson my ills?
Is life a battle
that's meant to be won?
Or are we allowed
to have us some fun?
For all of these questions
I do not know why,
But I think of Bukowski
whose grave says
"Don't Try."
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