The Young Drinker Poem by Donna Saphier

What day is it
You ask yourself
Surrounded by bottle's
And utter filth

You drink some more
You don't feel well
You're sat where you landed
When you fell

You're shaking and shivering
Feeling cold
Don't drink anymore
You have been told

But you can't help it
Till you feel well
You drink and feel
Your liver swell

If you could help yourself
You would
But it's so hard
When you don't feel good

So drink and drink
Is what you know best
you put your body
To the test

Unconsciously, you drift away
Nobody would expect this day
You do not wake
You don't come around

Your parent's
Place you in the ground
It's hard to die
When you're so young

At your funeral
Your songs were sung
Your broken parent's
are full of grief

Your death
Is quite beyond belief
It's such a shame
Oh what a waste

It's not your fault
You lost the race
Sleep tight in heaven
Your life is through

You did what you thought
You had to do
Your life is over
Your time is up

And all because
You liked to sup
You never did learn
You found it hard

Then, God, he dealt you
The final card
Goodnight, god bless
My good true friend

But this is it

It is the end