You may hide the bottle
Under your bed.
Hide it from the world
But not from your head.
You may walk around
and act without a care.
In the back of your mind.
The bottle is there.
Drink me! Drink me!
You hear the bottles call
From your family's good graces
You will fall.
Take it. Don't drink it.
Throw it away.
In your family's good graces
You will stay.
You can beat the addiction
With thunderous applouse.
When your partners in life
Are Jesus and God.
A good piece, John, very thoughtful. Just take out the good before graces to make it flow a bit better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way it flows. It really keeps your interest and wanting to know what is next.