You have raised a glass so often, I'd like to make a toast to you
When you promised no more drinking, I believed that it was true
You said you were “Through drinking”, then changed to “Once in a while”
Later it became “Just when I want to”, which was hard on a drinker’s child
A drinker’s child finds out early that life will not be fair
Since I'm married to a drinker, I'm living my old nightmare
Where disappointment feels familiar, promises cease to mean a thing
It’s secrets you have to keep safe. So I continue to live my dream
On our wedding night I sat alone in a suite with a heavenly view
The city lights and mountains beyond would’ve been nice to share with you
You passed out, face-down on the bed as soon as you walked into our room
You put the blame on the reception for spoiling our honeymoon
Here’s to our 10th anniversary, the mink coat, limo and champagne
It should have been so special, but in the end I was ashamed
I paid the driver extra to help carry you in the house
He thought you were a lucky man with an understanding spouse
But I felt abandoned and betrayed as I sat alone that night
I never said a word to you because we do not like to fight
With enough Scotch you can forget the precious things you had to lose
You can reason with a little Gin that you weren’t free to choose
So here’s to the dreams we shared and to the sweet life that we built
The struggles we’ve survived while living life up to the hilt
Here’s to the silly girl who loved every single part of you
Here’s to the scared little boy who has never learned to tell the truth
Here’s to strangers you meet in bars and here’s to the lies that you tell
Here’s to quickies in the car and to believing that it’s all swell
Here’s to you and me, Honey, and to the troubles that we have had
Have another drink and figure out how your good love went so bad
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Great
Great job. I've always been amazed at how we can turn
everything in our life around to give us one more excuse to pour a shot. Well done darling. -
i'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but again, I'm really enjoying this piece.
I do think it's a bit too long though. I was about 3/4 of the way through, and I scrolled to the bottom to see how much more was left.
I think you could punch it up a little by taking out a few stanzas.
I absolutely LOVE:
"With enough Scotch you can forget
The precious things you had to lose
You can reason with a little Gin
That you weren’t free to choose"
but I found the rhyme really forced in:
"Tequila makes you wild and crazy
But aren’t you just a little old
To still be puking on yourself
Drunk on the commode?"
It almost feels like a limmeric kind of comic rhyming that doesn't really fit with the piece.
There are a lot of things in here that really touch me, and some of it just feels like extra bits. I think you could accomplish more with less in this case.
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Congratulations on posting this first poem on AP. Remember how good it felt when I did that and let everyone know I was a poet. So many poems are written about this subject. Liked the flow and the way you wrote these lines. Like a toast to the brew - lifting glasses high! Easy to read and understand.
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Wow. This poem flowed so well - the story came alive. Have not experienced this particular situation but you do such an amazing job of describing it with such different levels of emotion - from indifference to raw intensity - this was very wonderful.
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This poem tells a sad story, of what was expected, and didn't transpired, but ending up betrayal.
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wow - full of emotion and honesty and great images. I've had friends who had to live with an alcoholic parent and I felt badly for them. I've had friends married to an alcoholic - and it was terrible. I have a brother who is an alcoholic and always has been - and I stay far away. This is a rough part of life for many people. You did a great job in writing this.
And I like how you have ended it...'have another drink and figure out how good love goes so bad.'
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Bravo for this write!
A brave woman that speaks out about living with an alcoholic, and the misery, consequences, and bad example it brings to the children...A wonderful poem, in rhyme, sad, but thought provoking...Bravo for this write!
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Not Good
This is just a tribute to alcohol. It has no point
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