At All

You don't want to because,
At first you need to think,
Though somebody else does;
"I'm not going to drink."

You planned not doing it,
Hearing that beer can pop.
They all know that you quit.
You pray someday they'll stop.

You guit for many years,
Cold beer quenching your thirst,
"In the frig there are beers,"
Was hard on you at first.

From your little brother,
Meant no harm he forgot,
Kind of was a bother,
But you love him a lot.