I'm sitting here, thinking clear
Remember what I greatly fear.
Of causing her to drop a tear
From things I say while drinking beer.
The thought of it makes me feel queer.
I don't mean gay, but either way
I won't repeat that fateful day
When I relapsed in sad display.
Drop to the drink, I think I may
But a new chapter falls this play.
Through fighting bold, my will behold
The strength to break this bitter cold.
For now I hold the might to scold
The drink of my ancestors old.
It will now do just as it's told.
Back to the shelf it put itself,
Obedient like Santa's elf,
Into a bitter hole it delves
Deeper away from myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic and honest poem. Keep the strength.