• By: Oakley Langley


    At the bottom of my first bottle
    I wonder
    What it would be like
    if I wasn’t a blunder

    At the bottom of my next bottle
    I recall
    The times I was proud
    And I still stood tall

    At the bottom of my third bottle
    I believe
    I need to open up
    And where my heart on my sleeve

    At the bottom of my forth bottle
    I see
    The image of what I once
    Used to be

    At the bottom of my fifth bottle
    I try
    to overcome
    And not cry

    At the end of all my bottles
    I realize
    It’s the man I once was
    That I idealize