The Final Battle

The bottle was full Just like their spirits They shared as the talk grew louder Spoke of times when drinking was sociable That was a time ago Now the drink was a necessity The medicine of life The bottle was beginning to empty now Just like the existence they led You could see it in their faces As the battle for the last drink intensified Every battle has a winner This time he was the stronger Gulping down the last drop as if his life depended on it There would be many more battles like this Ultimately, the main battle lay ahead The final one The freezing weather moved in slowly Though he was totally unaware Lying in a drunken stupor Surrounded by empty bottles Screaming as the battle raged inside him Fighting for the final time As his life slowly ebbed away The snow covered him like a blanket Peacefully taking him to a new place The battle over His thirty five year old existence finally at an end.