Replacing The Bottle Poem by Paula Glynn

You don't need that bottle of wine,
You don't need it rose, red or white,
But I know your pain is something you have to fight,
But getting drunk won't stop tomorrow coming,
It won't make your problems go away,
And these are not words I play,
For that bottle of whiskey and brandy may make you numb,
But what happens when morning comes?
Are you going to lie in bed and wish it away?
What about bills you have to pay?
It is food for thought, or maybe alcohol for thought,
But you don't want to turn to crime and get caught.
Life is tough, I know,
But the pain is something you have to face, have to let go.
You can't ease your sorrows in a glass,
As you stagger in a stupor around town,
And word of your drink problem gets around.
You don't have to be blind to deal with sorrow,
You don't have to be drunk to deal with tomorrow.
You are not alone: you have me,
And if you want, your heartache I can ease.