His Choice

Unshaven, Unclean, Smelling of Booze
Drunken, and loud, the life he'll choose.
Just to be able to say he is free.
He no longer has to account to me.

No care for his person, no shame he feels
As the life of his family he selfishly steals.
"I'll drink if I want to,"he proudly declares.
"If you don't like it, well I don't care"

So he staggers along from bar to bar.
Not knowing or caring just how far.
When his money runs out, he'll hustle a few,
Alcohol's robbed him of what pride he knew.

While waiting at home, his children and wife;
Praying that someday, he will change his life.
From being the hopeless sort of man
He'll be the husband and father he can.

What he doesn't seem to know at all,
Is he doesn't need booze to make him tall.
When sober and clean, we look to him with pride,
We love him and would gladly stand by his side.

Copyright Clara Scarberry

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