The Drunk...

I found it....

Why do I drink, I do not know

I guess I'm just a poor lost soul.

I had everything money could buy,

But acted like a fool when they passed the Rye.

I drink so fast to ease the pain

of life, love and all lost fame.

The first drink always burns so bad,

The morning after I feel so sad.

I swore to quit, like times before,

by noon I shake and walk the floor.

I drank so much I ruined my life,

I lost my job, my pride, my wife.

I beg you people throughout this land

leave it alone while you still can.

As for me my life is lost,

for a drink I must have at any cost....

~Frank Norris Clark