Ode to Jack Daniels

I used to look out my window and wonder what they say
The ones who said they loved me and left me to die
I could feel the cold creep in again slipping through my jacket
My eyes would close in a dreary fashion as I look to my friend
“Hello Mr. Daniels, it’s always a pleasure” I say with a grin
As I rip off the plastic lid the only thing between the bottle and I
I savor its rich flavor and let it envelope me as I drink
The fire of its 80 proof burning down the inside of me
I think of all the times it’s been there, for deaths, birthdays, heartbreaks
All my friends go and the pictures fade but one thing always remains
A 750 mL bottle with a simple black and white label
No one can understand how an object can love so much
It just has a bad reputation, kind of like myself
It’s not what you use it’s how you use it
Floating around harmlessly in inebriated fashion
Laughing endlessly at people on a television screen
Yet now I have grown up and have moved on
No need to medicate this freshly healed soul
So this is my ode Mr. Daniels before I leave
Thanks for being there and saving my misery
I’m better off now, and only need moderation
You helped me see that through my reflection
And for that much I can thank you
I’ll be seeing you again but just not too soon