I took this drink when I was stressed
I never had enough of it
It tasted bitter but I kept sipping
My sorrows were gone for a moment
And for some time it all seemed well
When I was happy I took the same drink
I was excited, I danced and danced
I had fun and it tasted sweet
When I was anxious it kept me calm
It kept me engaged for some time
I did not think about anything for some time
When I took more than enough it made me stagger
I promised myself never to touch it again
This sweet bitter alcohol from the same bottle
It has different tastes
It makes me act differently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its a beautiful piece... i like it!
Thank you Mark