A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety

COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.

Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (6)

......A drunkard is a dead man, /And all dead men are drunk..An insightful piece of verse!
good poem.....drives home the effects of booze.
this is a nice poem..kept on reading this last night...
i love this poem more every time i read it!
This is one to memorize and recite when one is drunk! IF that is possible!
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