Another day is dawning as the sun rises
yet another day of torment to face
My head aches, my eyes hurt
My body is cold and stiff
as I crawl from the dark place
To go back, or to be seen
is sure to end and start with a beating
WHO will listen to me?
who will believe my tale I have to tell?
Without telling me to go to hell
See, there is a man with a bottle
will he give me a little?
Or will he to beat me and cast me aside?
ALL l want is to dim my day
to make it more passable
Soon the warm glow of the booze
warms my body and dulls my mind, as l let it loose
Throughout the day, I can say
please sir, another bottle
I need to soothe my need today.
I need another bottle for the night
it gives me strength and might
To face whatever may come my way
but do not let anything delay
The merciful bliss that I consider my right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem