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Visting Ale

Updated on July 24, 2012

I walked into my friends house, I thought I would sit down and visit awhile,

His breath was stinking, he was drunk he had been drinking,

I started thinking,

I was gonna cry.

All the years of pain I felt,

I felt it all resurface,

Alcohol is a disease,

The Devils curse of curses.

I pleaded with my friend to dump the drink and come with me,

He could have stayed as long as he liked to regain his sobriety.

I could not make him stop, he was not ready to stop, I just waited and watched him drink the drink that made him drop.

I carried him to his couch, I lay him on his stomach, his head left hang over the side, just in case he vomit.

I shut down his lights, I dumped the remaining Beer, I spread the cans out on the table, I picked up his wife's rocking chair.

The pictures of his late wife lay all over the floor,

I stacked them all in a neat pile before I walked out his door.

I can understand how he slipped back into the drink,

I was his old drinking buddy,

Before;

The drink it made me sink.

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      Patty Kenyon 4 years ago from Ledyard, Connecticut

      Awesome Poem!!!! There are many that we relate to this poem!! Alcoholism is such a hard and unpredictable disease that effects so many people and many close to me. If this is based on one of your friends, I truly wish him the very best.

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