Crossing the Rubicon – the story of a recovered alcoholic

Crossing the Rubicon

If you have ever suffered that sore addiction
That comes with the profound addiction
To the drug that adjusts your social attitudes
Enhances your social platitudes
The harbinger of the temporary smile
Changing the mindset though only for a fleeting while
When your life’s problems become too much
Loneliness, despair, malcontent and such
And you reach for the liquid crutch

And quaff deep to the call of the hunting horn
Sounded daily by John Barleycorn
He is without compassion
Enslaving you in every fashion
He is without conscience, he will not rest or tarry
His burden you must carry
Onward onward faster faster
Until you reach the final disaster
The Prince of Darkness has become your master

As your neurosis goes on and on
As friends leave you one by one
They wonder at your profanity
They wonder at your sanity
And finally when you are all alone
Memories of the man you once were cut you to the bone
The one constant in your life
A loving caring wife

May perchance hold you to her breast
Whispering now you must face the test
Give it up, give it up, if only for me
Dear God, return the man that used to be
And through the chronic pain
You see it must be the end of alcoholic reign
You must fight, fight, fight
Until the battle is won
When once more you walk in the light
And days of dependence are long since gone
Then my friend, you have crossed the Rubicon.