Dear Ann Landers,
Will you please reprint the poem on alcoholism that I have enclosed? As you can see, my copy has yellowed with age and is difficult to read. It deserves a rerun. -- J.F. in Glendora, Calif.
With pleasure. It appeared in my column several years ago and is one of my favorites. Unfortunately, I have been unable to identify the author.
We drank for joy and became miserable.
We drank for sociability and became argumentative.
We drank for sophistication and became obnoxious.
We drank for friendship and became enemies.
We drank to help us sleep and awakened exhausted.
We drank to gain strength, and it made us weaker.
We drank for exhilaration and ended up depressed.
We drank for "medical reasons" and acquired health problems.
We drank to help us calm down and ended up with the shakes.
We drank to get more confidence and became afraid.
We drank to make conversation flow more easily, and the words came out slurred and incoherent.
We drank to diminish our problems and saw them multiply.
We drank to feel heavenly and ended up feeling like hell.