Old Friend

What gives man comfort in his time of need?
Consoling him like no lover or friend?
Opening his mind to new line of thought
Allowing him to finally defend
Against the suffering of his poor heart
Or the sorrows that threaten to drown him?
There is only one immortal ally
That always shimmers when the world grows dim.
When lovers and friends abandon their post
Or family pass beyond that starry veil,
And stricken by that realization:
You have but one life...half over...half failed...
Who is it that rushes to fight your blues?
Your old and unfailing friend, Mr. Booze.