Alcohol Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Alcohol
When I was nearly round the bend
I turned to you,
I had a drink or two,
I thought that you would help, False Friend!
And so I drank and drank and drank,
And hoped that you would fill the void!
But look at me now, defeated and destroyed,
My misery will never end,
What can I do?
Where is my hope?
Where are the things that I enjoyed?
How can I cope?
By finishing with you, False Friend!
This is the End! !
Dear John Having in my humble opinion died in a French gutter in anoither life, probably with a bottle in my hand, I like your poem very much
Now playing: The End, by The Doors. Best wishes Mr. E. on this new direction in your life.
Sometimes you think that the person you hang around with is your true friend, but he or she is not falsely because they're pressuring or force you to do something that you do not want to do. Nice poem I really like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 1:25:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well done again john