"I reached for a bottle every single day,

Working at home in the first lockdown,less structure to my day.

My hangovers were getting really bad,

To feel better,more drinks at lunchtime I had.

 

A shot of alcohol I needed to make me shine,

It dulled my senses ,I was trapped by this habit of mine.

Drink dulled my senses and falsely overcame my stress,

Diminishing my ability to think,leaving a mess.

 

My habit was slowly becoming an addiction,

To give it up altogther became my prediction.

A beacon of hope I lit and maintained,

I quit and feel much better to have abstained.

 

Bottles of wine I was really happy not to sup,

Antidepressants I could thankfully give up.

I realised there was no true pleasure in drinking,

Trust me life is much better I'm thinking.

 

Alcohol is a stress booster not a buster,

Thankfully the strength to remove it  I did muster."

 

By Fred Beer