No Wind, No Waves

I walk the path of sobriety by myself,

The rest of my agemates worshiping the drink,

But wonder why I’m writing this in my room, alone.

I don’t feel anything when they succumb to the poison,

I didn’t know them that well to begin with,

But wonder if there will be anyone to send me off.

I keep the same routine every day,

I spend all my free time within my room,

And I’m the only one to make it to ninety.

But as I wither away, I do regret,

That I have not one example of youthful elation,

Nor an adulthood filled with rich memories.

I am but a still pond, beautiful but empty;

As though a life of abstinence saves,

Where there is no wind, there are no waves.

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