 To Booze Or Not To Booze Nice to be free from his lies, he’s so weak He closes his eyes so his heart doesn’t speak He's limp as can be, can't get it up anymore Then all he does is complain; saying it's sore When he learns to stop drinking and wandering alone He’s bound to wake up, freely speaking in love tones He’ll find meaning someday; good thoughts will return Only when he seeks help and learns, learns, learns When the sun shines down; driving his drinking away Perhaps his true wishes will come to him someday Peggy 10-4-07 |
