Each day about dawn there
glasses turned up. another
drink, what will it be,the
same as before, except more.
The hours turn into days
them months, soon into years
Why are we getting old, the
party has just begun.
Soon there will be others
following close behind, another
round they'll say, drinking till
they can hold no more
Want you join our party it will
keep you entertained for the
rest of your days
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Written July 18th, 2006
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you don't have to travel down this road , you have a choice, thanks for reading-kirby
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you're right the addiction
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I really liked this poem.This is how my life already is and im not even old enough to drink yet. It helps my deal with the pain my mom has casued me I guess. My brother is the same way maybe this is just how some people turn out to be maybe thats gods plan.
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I really like this. I understand it completely.That is how i will end up being when i am older i just no it.I dont want to be that way but thats how my whole family is.Anyways keep up the good work
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this is very intersting, although i am not sure i understand the meaning, at first i thought it was about the effects of achocl, which are devestating and it may still be about that, about the acciction and how it can last till you die.
keep up the great work.
starlockx
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