My Doctor said only one drink of alcohol a day.
I can live with that.

Red Roses or Booze


If somebody gave you an offer
I wonder which one you would choose?
Would you take a dozen red roses
Or would you settle for a bottle of booze?
Lets take it one at a time
And see just where they stand,
First we'll take the bottle of booze
For it fits nicely in the palm of your hand.


You may take a drink or two
And man does that taste good,
Or you can take a couple more
Then your words are not understood.
Now we're down to half
You have the whole world by the tail,
For there isn't a thing you haven't done
And not one of them have you failed.


You get up and go to the bathroom
And the walls seem to fall apart,
The door is not where it's supposed to be
And there's a racing inside of your heart.
People are starting to talk
As the end of your bottle draws near,
You're getting obnoxious and rude
While people watch on in fear.


Your fun has turned to anger
And pick a fight you would like to try,
For this booze has got you thinking
Of the night she made you cry.
Now your bottle is all but empty
And in a taxi you must go home,
Then you awake sometime in the morning
You feel like your teeth were brushed with a comb.


Now you must face the day
Not to mention the people last night,
You try and remember your actions
While your mirror shows one hell of a sight.
Now lets take the dozen red roses
That somebody gives from the heart,
They'll last a lot longer than booze
And only water they drink from the start.


Roses don't have to be boastful
For what they say bring love or tears,
Roses may flatter a heart with kindness
That's remembered for many years.
Roses stand out in a crowd
And their stems keep them standing so high,
But when somebody's had too much booze
They wish they could lay down and die.


A rose will only hurt you one way
If it's thorns should pierce your hand,
But the booze will hurt you severely
If you don't start to take a stand.
So don't mix one with the other
For there's only one you should choose,
Either say it with love or die on your feet
Your choice is red roses or booze.....

Terry P. Barnes
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