The glass of spirit that you hold aloft, <br />Could ruin lives of own and loved ones all; <br />And making it a habit to drink oft, <br />Can cause the inebriated ones’ fall. <br /> <br />Oh, it is not a drink unto one's health! <br />It shrinks the liver, stomach ulcerates; <br />The drunkard squanders all his hard-earned wealth, <br />And dies a cruel death before classmates. <br /> <br />When Alcohol can kill the valiant, <br />Why gulp it down one's throat and buy trouble? <br />With ease shed addiction, a person can't; <br />The drunken driver will see things, double. <br /> Before the Killer-brew can take one's life, <br /> Give up the habit and attendant strife.<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-evils-of-alcoho1/
