A Taste For Booze

Twelve years ago I developed a taste for booze. I wouldn't have started if I'd known what I'd lose. When I drank, I abused my wife and my kids as well. Drinking destroyed my life and now life is pure hell. I lost my wife, my children and even my career. Life lost all meaning and it drives me to tears. I still remember the day when I was fired by my boss. I hit rock bottom and decided to get off the sauce. I got help by going to AA. But I'd already lost everything, I'd seen better days. When people abuse alcohol, they never win. I promise that my alcoholic days are at an end. (This is a fictional poem but reality for some people. If you have a drinking problem, please get help.)