POEM # 4
Sometimes I don’t know the day,
Will my body give permission to stay.
Sometimes I’m not sure how to think,
My body cries for one more drink.
Sometimes out the window I look,
I try to sit in a chair and read a book.
Sometimes I wake up and salute the moon,
My head feels heavy, larger than a balloon.
Sometimes I hear people call me a drunk,
I have a date to be placed in Earth’s trunk.
Sometimes I ask who I am, I know not me,
I look in the mirror, a shadow do I see.
Sometimes I’m not the person you knew,
Always be my friend and bring the brew.
Sometimes when the parties over I’m awake,
I promise no more drinks will I ever take!
Written by Carl Mann