The Bottle

Written by: David Pennington

The Bottle 

 

He walked down and empty alley, with a bottle in his hand 
His face was old and rugged 
From the rough life that he had lived 
The bottle lead him to this point and brought him to his knees 
But he always had the simple choice to let go, to be set free 
He was a friend like a brother and we hung around the bars 
I'd drink a few but his was more 
And I saw he could not stop 
It got to the point where all the fun was drained from my good friend 
I chose another path and sobered up and walked away from him 
And he never took the option 
To walk the straight and narrow road 
The whiskey bottle held him tight never to let go 
The pain got into his soul, it's sting he could not bare 
He took a big slug off the bottle and put the gun to his head 
Because he never took the option 
To walk the straight and narrow road 
For the whiskey bottle held him never to let go 
Now the bottle does not hold him and the pain he no longer feels 
That rot gut whiskey bottle has finally set him free 

 

David Gary Pennington