Sonnet- Evils of Alcohol

a poem by John Celes Dr.

The glass of spirit that you hold aloft,
Could ruin lives of own and loved ones all;
And making it a habit to drink oft,
Can cause the inebriated ones’ fall.

Oh, it is not a drink unto one’s health!
It shrinks the liver, stomach ulcerates;
The drunkard squanders all his hard-earned wealth,
And dies a cruel death before classmates.

When Alcohol can kill the valiant,
Why gulp it down one’s throat and buy trouble?
With ease shed addiction, a person can’t;
The drunken driver will see things, double.
Before the Killer-brew can take one’s life,
Give up the habit and attendant strife.