i lost myself back years ago
when i still had a self to lose;
with alcohol, my only guide,
my friends, my health, and safety i’d abuse
but now the anger’s coming forth;
past destitution’s long recall,
i see now that i am to blame
for loss of love and health, and for it all —
i struggle now to merely walk,
the parties call for me no more;
my seat is taken at the bar
and i think, what were all of my years for?
i squandered every chance i had,
i turned my back on love and life;
a wanderer, without a home,
a stranger to my children and my wife
i wish that you could learn from me,
but if you are like me, you won’t:
the anti-lover heeds no call,
but please
don’t do what i did —
please
just don’t