Sarala tells us about the plight of an alcoholic, who lost everything to his beer, in the verse, for Different Truths.
I curse myself every day
Why I started drinking beer
From teenage years
Every time making me run to the loo
To empty my bladder
Again, I reach out to the next bottle
To make me happy and gay!
I enjoyed the beer in my young days
Dancing in the moonlight
Throughout the night nonstop!
This made a mess of my life
Ruining my marriage
As my wife hated the rotten smell
Of beer
She warned me time and again
But I could not stop my habit
Till one day she walked out on me!
Now I am old and shivering
In the cold, drinking cold beer
Without any limitation
And running up and down the loo
No one to care for me now
And I wish I stopped
This dirty habit of mine
Leaving me lonely in life!
Unable to move without my faithful walking stick
How can I change my pants now fully wet and stinking!
How I wished I listened to my wife when she warned me last!
Now I am regretting my adamant nature when I am shivering with the wet trousers out in the cold under a tree
as I have lost my home pawning it
to buy the beer!
©Sarala Balachandran
Picture from Internet
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