I look in the mirror
And what do I see
A reflection of someone else
Staring out at me
I see someone I used to know
Someone who used to be me
As I look in the mirror
That’s what I see
One drink led to another
A drunkard I became
Now my poor family
Are looked on with shame
Empty bottles fill every corner
Money I have none
My wife and children go hungry
As I crawl around the floor
As the days grew longer
The worse I became
Bottle followed bottle
Perfecting my shame
I yelled and I shouted
Strange things did I see
But none were more stranger
Than a reflection of me
Sounds like me this, i got to the point where i did not like the person looking back at me very much... ah but a little lady saved me.. Great write David...10
David, believe me, I know exactly from where you are coming, such that this piece hits home. Brave and well-penned. t x
Nice write on a serious subject, the demon drink that creeps up slowly on its unsuspecting subject, best wishes Lynda xx
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That old bottle takes it toile on all those that just can't put it down. Friends and family suffer also as a result of this horrific addiction. I'm glad you wrote this David, now I must go and read your other piece. Thankyou David--Melvina--