On New Years Eve I decided to drunk dial,
Looking back I can only feel embarrassed and smile.
Too intoxicated for me to remember,
What I said on the last day of December.
As I sit here wondering what I said,
I can only feel my face become a dark shade of red.
Hoping what I said was not mean or stupid,
I hope I did not ruin the work of a cupid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A person must know WHY they drink.