Just One Bottle

It started with one bottle
Just one, that's all it took.
It grew into an addiction
before he knew it, he was hooked.

That bottle led to two
from two to three to four.
Many bottles later,
he passed out on the floor.

He never dreamed of being this way-
drunken every night.
The last thing he ever wanted
was to be full of so much self-spite.

He wanted to be a math teacher,
but the bottle said otherwise.
So many hopes and dreams now lost
to Agony in disguise.

He swore he'd never be anything like
his dear old drunken father.
But where he's at in his life right now,
the best you would get is, "Why bother?"

Here is where the irony sets in
as his son looks up at him.
"Where were you last night, Daddy?"
All the sudden, his face turns grim.

When he looks into the mirror,
he frowns upon what he's become.
He's no better than his old man,
nothing but another worthless scum.