Looking cool, concealing perspiration, every day’s the same
He says there’s no need for explanations he just fancies a drink – again!!
He asks, “Who are you staring at?” whilst looking through his glass
Says, “I need just one more drink or two, is it that too much to ask?”

Soon he’s totally wasted and acting like a clown
He’s standing up and falling down, attempts to buy another round
Oblivious to those around, he wakes up clueless on the ground.
And eventually staggers homeward bound.

Tomorrow he will start again, still drunk - feeling hungover
He can’t escape his endless shame, now wishing life was over
With no recollection of the night before he can’t excuse his behaviour
So once again he starts to drink, his nemesis and his failure.

His regular visits to a local bar, had fast become a curse
His life was beginning to fall apart, and things were getting worse
He lost his friends, he lost his job and was now facing eviction
Refused to accept his regular drink had gradually become an addiction

I read an obscure headline, just a few months later
No suspicious circumstances re man found dead in shelter
It appears he’d simply had enough as his life had been destroyed
By the numerous heavy drinking sessions, he once regularly enjoyed.