If you can ...
If you can wake up every morning groaning
And still raise your head above the pillow,
If you can hit the alarm without moaning,
And stoically accept an all time low,
If you can reach clean clothes each week day morning,
And feel your way to a cup of hot tea,
While finding handbag, phone and key ring,
but not give in to anxiety.
If you can take on a pounding headache,
And still manage a smile of welcome,
If you can do this for employment’s sake,
And not dwell on what you’ve become
If you can rise over the waves of nausea,
And not slide crashing to the floor,
While being certain to self reassure
That you’ll not be someone you deplore
If you can handle your recycling bin,
And look your neighbours in the eye,
If you can stand the stink of stale gin,
And not heave your stomach lining dry.
If Bargain Booze is your royal palace,
Where every jewel has a clear cut price,
Then cautiously, and without malice
I’d recommend the AA for advice.
Dave Carr
Sat 14th Aug 2010 07:21
Very clever.
I agree with Ray about the last verse.
(I do like things like this)
If anything I would say the last line in verse 1 is too short.
Perhaps 'But not give in meekly to anxiety.'
Thanks for comments on my poems by the way.