Ninety Nine Days [A Rondeau]

Ninety nine days without a drink.
Three months and change to have a think
about the years that came before
and what the constant booze was for
and how it took me to the brink
of madness; how the doublethink
would fill my glass, how I would sink
my doubts in gin, but not now for
ninety nine days.

Tomorrow is a candy store.
I’m standing in its open door
but I swear now, with pen and ink,
upon my life, I shall unlink
my soul from drink. I’ve done it for
ninety nine days.