You poor dear guy with fishy eyes, <br />The kind of man my mother would despise, <br />I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow <br />And make you well - <br />For you there's only today, <br />And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-alcoholic/
