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The Victor's Crown


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.


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