I watched my Daddy drink
Until he drank himself to death
Now my children look at me
And wonder if I'm next

Some people learn from others
In the mistakes that they have made
Some pull back the covers
And choose the same tired way

Could it be that it is easier
To follow the well-worn path
Less stress yet a lot more dirt
To talk about in the end

I saw it all but never listened
To my own heart felt advice
No matter how often it was given
Paid no attention to the signs

Some call it out as a curse
Passed from one generation to the next
The only thing that could be worse
Is to have this dropped in my children's laps

As they watch their Daddy drink
Until I drink myself to death
Can't stand the way they look at me
Wondering how much time I have left