It's exactly three weeks, since I've touched a drop, No buckfast, no beer, No alcohol crap!
Mum and dad were worried about me; they said I had crossed the line,
Stop drinking your life away, you're also ruining mine!
These words weren't easy to listen to, especially after drinking a few,
Twas a sleepless night, when they finally made sense,
I do have a problem! It's true!
When a person has smoked for five or six years,
Attempting to quit usually results in tears.
For me, abstinence from alcohol,
Proved easy enough, no trouble at all.
The doctor had given me detox pills,
To take over the next three or four days.
'Avoid temptation; it's the best thing to do,'
He says, 'You'll have to alter your ways.'
The Community Team then prescribed Antabuse
I'd be violently sick if I drank,
My fear of vomit, and of hospital beds,
My fear I will have to thank.
It was my life that I had right there,
It was in my very own hands.
Should I cherish a life of sobriety?
Or give in to alcohols' demands.
The very first week of abstinence,
Saw a very small but promising change.
I'd a few extra coins in my pocket,
And trips to shops to arrange.
The second week saw myself and my da,
In the cottages of An Creaggan, outside Omagh.
Here's a health to the company of big kind hearted Pete,
The singing weekend was an excellent treat.
It's now the third week that I'm off the booze,
I'm having a go at something brand new.
I've discovered I possess a poetic streak,
Though not yet in the ranks of you know who.
My new life has finally started,
But I still have a trivial doubt.
'Years down the line, will I be as I'm now?'
This voice in my head would shout.
Or 'How long will it be,
Till I've returned to my ways
Of drinking and fighting consciously,
For as long as three or four days.
Therefore I will rely on my pen,
Jotting down notes both good and bad.
I'll live my life properly
Instead of only wishing I had.
I'm taking this opportunity,
To say thanks to a number of you.
Laura, Sean, James, Paddy and John,
Steven, Amy and Paul Hoy too.
You're the best bunch of mates,
That I've ever had
Let the good times continue,
Adios to the bad!
It's taken far too long,
For me to realise,
How close I really was,
To a certain gruesome demise.
Sean, that night in Lurgan,
At Paddy's down the Lough Road,
You were sick of seeing me incredibly drunk,
You were bloody right to explode!
You say what you think,
What you want, what you feel,
Now I know you were right,
You've helped a great deal!
Now I'll move on to Laura,
It's her I must thank.
She's vital company,
That's why I haven't drank.
If I could just keep hold of you,
While celebrating sobriety.
It'll not be long till I'm on my knee,
Asking id you want to marry me.
Moving on to James now,
Such a valuable source of support.
Supplying his opinions when needed,
While not looking his moneys worth.
Composing lines of poetry,
About every helpful person,
Will end up giving me writers' cramp,
By morning I'll require some nursing.
But there are two names engraved in my mind,
That I definitely must not fail to mention.
They gave their whole lives up for my cause,
So they must receive due attention.
Thanks mum and dad
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James Carragher- The Alcoholic Journalist! That's me alrighty!
And I'm feckin bloody well proud to be Irish
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That is awesome. I am so glad you did something positive for yourself! 
