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die young

die young

he's a very sick man
from now until he die's
the disease is what will kill him
i'm telling no lie's
the drink's in his system
killing him slow
rotting his inside's
alcohol blood it flow's
night in pain 
day in daze
see his image 
see his gaze
dark haired and gorgeous
he was in his time
drink ruined his body
and feature's so fine
why he does it
nobody know's
alcohol abuse 
is the way he will go
swollen inside
liver failure it came
but drink continue's
that he won't blame
a warning for all
as i watch him die slow
this is not the way
"YOU" want to go

 

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Susan O'Reilly

Hi Tina I wrote one on the same theme (sortof) a while ago might put it up its called crossroads I thinks this is more hardhitting and better x

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Tina Moore

thank you williamsJi i am trying to get that message across as my ex  my youngest father this is him now.it was wrote about him a while back.he did'nt listen at the time   thank you  best wish's  tina

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Tina Moore

thanx susan and aye put that poem in .any message that gets across write it   tina

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Lolita Gill

Good poem to address the deadly disease of alcoholism and bring awareness to this issue.

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Tina Moore

thank you lolita i hope a message gets through to someone on this   best wishs      tina

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