Started in my teens not very nice it seems
Went of the rails, blaming everyone else for my ails
Something about a horse comes to mind
Leading it to water and making it drink
Did the horse have anything about my ails
After all you can't make anyone do anything
I think that I was quite capable of drowning myself
Or should I say I tried to do so
For years and years I struggled
But the demon drink would not let me go
Did not know where I was half the time
Very worrying for me and mine
Eventually saw the light at the end of the tunnel
Asked for help, did not struggle
Problem solved maybe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem