Tea Or Water, Are The Only Drinks, For Me. Poem by Michael Gale

Beer...
Oh, dear!

This, I no longer drink...
Alcohol, I think, does stink.

Water, or Sprite, or just plain, tea...
Are the only things for me.

No more head aches the next mornings...
No more stomach aches, left as my warnings.

My memory, no longer leaves me cold...
I am now sharp as a tack, and very, very bold.

I don't drive while being intext-icated...
I am smart, my reactions are not dwindled down,
or absently, from me, vacated.

No more drink...
Now I freely, choose and think.