The Drink
Christina Fay

I'm lying here in this bed, in this room.
My legs don't bend, my feet no longer walk.
My arms don't move, my hands no longer feel.
My head no longer moves, my eyes only look one way.
I move but only by wheels.
I can't ever ride my bike again.
I will never get my license now.
I can never drive a car again.
No one will ever want to marry me.
I will never be able to have kids.
I won't ever have my life back all because
I took that drink when I was only thirteen.