When Alcohol Wins..Be Drink Aware.
He looks at her, with guilty eyes,
and knows, that as he speaks he lies..
He said that he'll be back for lunch..
He tells her he will not get drunk..
But if she could only understand,
how good he feels with pint in hand..
How he is just one of the 'boys',
down at the pub, amongst the noise.
It hadn't started out this way..
The pints crept up, and so he'd stay..
He knows that she is sat at home,
the kids asleep, and she's alone..
But hey, the night is young as yet,
the drink will make him soon forget..
After all what is the harm,
a few pints are no cause for alarm..
And as he staggers up the lane,
He'll tell her others were to blame..
But seeing her accusing eyes..
knowing she sees through his lies..
It makes him feel a wretched sham,
and in his eyes, less of a man.
And so he drinks, and drinks some more,
till a drunken heap upon the floor..
Why she left him, he'll never know...
what harm comes from a pint or so?
Or three or four, till loses count..
cannot remember exact amount..
But now home alone, no kids or wife..
Just silent rooms, and an empty life..
Have no doubt, you could be in his shoes..
When alcohol wins....
....we always lose.
Copyright Beverley Borresen January 2012.
Photo Credit courtesy of graur codrinfreedigitalphotos.net
and knows, that as he speaks he lies..
He said that he'll be back for lunch..
He tells her he will not get drunk..
But if she could only understand,
how good he feels with pint in hand..
How he is just one of the 'boys',
down at the pub, amongst the noise.
It hadn't started out this way..
The pints crept up, and so he'd stay..
He knows that she is sat at home,
the kids asleep, and she's alone..
But hey, the night is young as yet,
the drink will make him soon forget..
After all what is the harm,
a few pints are no cause for alarm..
And as he staggers up the lane,
He'll tell her others were to blame..
But seeing her accusing eyes..
knowing she sees through his lies..
It makes him feel a wretched sham,
and in his eyes, less of a man.
And so he drinks, and drinks some more,
till a drunken heap upon the floor..
Why she left him, he'll never know...
what harm comes from a pint or so?
Or three or four, till loses count..
cannot remember exact amount..
But now home alone, no kids or wife..
Just silent rooms, and an empty life..
Have no doubt, you could be in his shoes..
When alcohol wins....
....we always lose.
Copyright Beverley Borresen January 2012.
Photo Credit courtesy of graur codrinfreedigitalphotos.net