My love affair with alcohol
has been for fifty years and more
My first drink I can still recall
those feelings never felt before
The warm fussy after glow
that I would never want to end
The worries it would overthrow
I’d finally found a friend
A drink won’t do me any harm
when things are bad it helps me cope
Anxiety it helps to calm
it’s my burning light of hope
I didn’t know as time went bye
and the hold it would have on me
For all the times it made me cry
it had become my enemy.
It was my choice to pick it up
it can be mine to put it down
The road I’m on I won’t give up
it’s the victor who wears the crown.
Charlie Halliday (author) from Scotland on March 21, 2021:
Thanks for the comments John and Ann.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on March 21, 2021:
Charlie, I am sure you will continue to wear that crown in victory. I used to drink far too much in my younger years, but just in social situations, never alone. Now I maybe have an alcoholic drink two or three times a year e.g. with a meal at the club, or at Christmas.
I like the poem.
Ann Carr from SW England on March 21, 2021:
The victor indeed. Well done. I like a drink and I can understand how one can have too much; it's a fine line I think. Thankfully, I've never been too far down that path.
Love the poetry.