He lived like a hero

but was not to his kin

always the one

telling the barman

'Fill em all up, same again.'

Wasted years

like a ship adrift

the bills never paid

with nothing in the fridge.

Lies upon lies

he told all the time

his wife and his children

always left crying.

Then he hit hard times

no money coming in

the barman gave no credit

his friends disappearing.

He never went home

just a drifter on the street

slowly lost in bottles

that others leave.

A desperate man with no resolve

looked in a shop window

his flesh went cold,

'Is that me? Oh god set me free

This cannot be me.'

A passing stranger saw him

stopped to have a word,

what he heard he followed

and drink became a word.

His life was all in tatters

somethings never return,

but after a year

he could again begin,

always on the lookout

learning to be free,

no longer a ship adrift

in in unsafe sea.