I wish he lived...

He would be living to this day,

Healthy, wealthy, fit and fine,

Had he stopped drinking,

Whiskey, brandy, beer and wine.

He wanted to stop the habit,

And he tried a bit by bit,

The drink had completely taken him,

And never let him stay fit.

One day we went to the doctor in a hurry,

When he complained of pain in the stomach,

The doctor checked the reports and said,

Please go to the hospital and reserve a bed.

As days went on,

The pain was never gone,

Alcohol had corroded his liver,

Coz of which he got fever.

The reports arrived and said he had liver cirrhosis,

The lungs and pancreas were affected with jaundice,

This caused too much of a pain,

And the revival of his organs was in vain.

Twenty days had passed,

And no sign of cure,

The doctor called us to his cabin,

        And said, I am trying my best but death is near.

His hands and legs were swollen,

His nails touched yellow and eyes red,

A person who walked a mile a day,

Was now like a vegetable in bed.

A month passed in the hospital,

Slowly all his organs began to fail,

He found it difficult to breathe,

And one day finally embraced death.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Edward J Rodrigues ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥