Tom Wright Poet Couplet

The Tadpole, That Never Became a Frog

The Tadpole,
That Never Became a Frog
Written: By Tom Wright
2006

I have tried putting myself in another man’s shoes,
To experience the pain about their love for brews.

The primary thing of which I always think,
Is the time of day I’ll take my next drink.

I’ve forsaken my children and siblings too,
For a dimly lit place to sit and drink my brew.

I hide like a tadpole in a stagnant pond,
My family is the drunks with whom I bond. 

I’ve hidden from life one drink at a time,
And for each brief period life seemed sublime.

A decorated soldier once standing proud and tall,
But the ensuing years have rendered me small.

It’s easy for me to hide in a bottle you know,
I just pop the cap and let my thoughts go.

A drink from any bottle and my soul I’ll bare,
Not realizing I’ve loved one’s who honestly care.

So I hide in a bottle and then sleep like a log,
Because of the “Booze” I’ll never grow to a frog.

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