Tears, Beers & Slot Machines
T’was the weekend before Christmas
In a tavern I was there,
Putting the bucks in a slot machine
And drinking that bloody beer.
I only had one daughter
She was cute and very young,
I never knew the sadness
That into my life would come.
She stood outside the tavern door
She was scarcely six years old,
No socks, just sneakers on her feet
As she shivered in the cold.
The tears streamed down her frozen cheeks
As she called out loud and clear,
”Please Daddy, come home with me,
And don’t drink no more beer.”
“Please Daddy come and stay with me,
You know I love you so
With Mommy home upon the floor,
I have no place to go.”
“Mommy, she’s not feeling well,
And she has gone asleep.
I tried to wake her Daddy
Bu I’m too small and weak.”
Her daddy couldn’t hear her cries
As he played the slot machines.
His eyes glued to the spinning wheels
While his daughter called again.
No answer still and the spinning wheels
Shrouded her sweet young voice.
And his daughter sat down so tired and cold
On a doorstep filled with ice.
“Daddy can you hear me
It’s very cold out here.”
But her daddy played the video game
And drank down one more beer.
A man looked through the tavern door
When he saw the little girl outside.
“Will you tell my daddy that I’m here?
Tell him Mommy died.”
The teardrops down his cheeks did roll,
As the stranger clasped her hand.
And once inside the tavern door
She to her daddy ran.
That night was dark and dreary
And his wife could take no more.
She took an overdose of pills
And died upon the floor.
There’s a lesson to be learned my friends
From slot machines and beer,
And families left alone at home
By husbands you do not care.
I learned my lesson really well
And paid a heavy price.
And lost the person that I loved
Who I took form my wife.
- Merry Christmas & a Safe, Happy and Healthy New Year!
- February is Violence Prevention Month