Growing Older Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growing Older



Intelligent beings getting drunk on too much liquor,
then making fools of themselves in front of strangers
and friends alike.

Nothing matters when the alcohol hits their brain,
killing off many cells now, so as they grow older you
will have dementia or Alzheimers.

Never thinking of the consequences until dealing with
them much later in life.

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