When I decide to get dressed up and go on a night out socialising I know I could do with realising If and when I have the urge to drink I should probably pause and think Hard And hope I can take a shovel along from my garden or backyard I just might need it to dig myself
What? Not drinking? Ever? You are joking, aren’t you? It took me many attempts at moderation to finally realise that. ‘What’s the point in just 1 glass? ‘ It took up so much of my head-space that it nearly took my head. I thought I was going crazy. Alcohol turned me into some wild banshee.
Bringing up kids Who’d have thought The worry and tearsThe fears it brought Terrible twos they said are simply the worst But the teenage years Have made me burst With worry and dread Why isn’t he in his bed What can I do ? It’s half past two . All these milestones They have to passBut that first day at big school will
I never believed I could do this My brain would overthink The need to always know Who’d be providing my next drink How did others know how to behave? When my mind would constantly crave The lies that alcohol fedI realised were all in my head For sobriety actually brought An end to the battles I’d fought For twenty or
I was often the clown Making them laugh One for the road One more half. It was never just oneIt ended in tears No idea how he put up with me all those years He dreaded our nights out I didn’t know at the time What would she do tonight Would it end in a fight ?The best thing I did was put the