Sick
One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick
The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed
It isn’t as simple as that my boy
Why he’s not a doll or a simple toy
Secondly the child pondered what was the matter
Stomach swelling and cerebral contusions from a Horrible clatter
A drunk man going home one eve
Didn’t mind help or watching his speed
So he was just in the wrong place
The boy was young and chase
A bruise was all the drunk man suffered and mental grief
Now the boys friend now enjoys a painless Eternal sleep
A grown man one day entered a grave yard and promised
A point that he nearly missed
The point of is statement was that he would never let a man do this
So he set about securing himself as a prohibitionist
The young man accomplished a good many laws indeed
Until he found that a drink was all he would need
He got sick, ill rather more like a severe headache
Aspirin was out of stock and if not treated could result in a state
So he new that a drink would thin his blood to relieve pain
That was against his word, promise, and his claim!
So he did! Later found out that drink saved him
He had a blood clot in the brain would have slain him
He sought to utilize his skills to bring back alcohol use
Though not to over exceed or abuse
He won his endeavor with prohibition and drank responsibly
Taking away keys and driving licenses to the weak and wobbly
Though that man thinks of his friend he can’t take back his factions
Every night asks forgiveness for this transaction
On the FUTURE
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007
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