The Night Before

 

He couldn't remember what he had done,
Or said from the night before,
Only the thoughts of whiskey bent,
And the sound of a slamming door.

 

A note on the table helped him recollect,
Events that he couldn't recall,
Words that were written in tears by his wife,
He then seen the writing on the wall.

 

It started by saying I've done all I can,
But your drinking has affected my life,
You will not seek the help I've asked you to,
I can no longer remain as your wife.

 

You've chosen to hang out with friends at the bar,
While your children and I sit alone,
We're tired of you staggering in at all hours,
Not knowing if you'll even make it home.

 

You're no longer the man who devoted his time,
Making sure your family came first,
You now place the booze and friends above us,
In an effort to satisfy your thirst.

 

I've watched in sadness, and the children too,
How the bottle has taken command,
Our once very sociable neighbors,
The sight of you can no longer stand.

 

You once earned respect from your family,
And a position that was leading to success,
Now because of the life you have chosen,
You have lost everything that was best.

 

When you stumbled in at three this morning,
And screamed for me to get out of bed,
The children all woke up crying,
Hearts pounding with a sense of dread.

 

They stood by my side and witnessed,
Your hand strike it's blow on my face,
Never again will you ever see us,
We're disappearing without any trace!

 

~valentyne~ ©

I Threw Away The Rose
George Jones