Promises Made

When I was little, he was never there.
He worked a lot,
Drank more than he worked.
I wanted to tell him "Stop!"
But mother said "Don't you dare."
She always told him that
He was missing out on life.
But all he would do
Was smash his bottle,
Open the fridge
And start anew.
A few years back,
He promised to stop.
But he would come home,
Drunk as a skunk.
A few years later, he never came home.
He was too drunk to drive and started to roam.
We found out later that he died from his drink.
At the funeral, in his coffin he laid,
His dead face humiliated
By his broken promises made.